It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

Saturday, 4 May 1996  12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday.  I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally.  I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back.  It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different.  You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

Mother Nature knows where you live.

Wednesday, 27 March 1996 Hey Sis, Back at work, another Wednesday trickles through.  Stayed back at work last night ’til 7:30pm.  Yessiree, nailed back up on the cross for another edition. Whatchya been doin”? Avoiding British beef most likely. (Snigger snigger).  So are you giving beef the big miss? Creutzfeldt-Jakob.  It has a good sound to it, it’s the Creutz that gets my vote, I … Continue reading Mother Nature knows where you live.

Weekend television is a graveyard. Nothing but sport and John Wayne.

Monday, 18 September 1995  9:20AM Empty weekend. Spent it watching videos and cleaning. Watched “Savage Nights”. It was OK, a bit pretentious in places, and a tad screechy in others, but you can’t really criticise a film when the guys whose vision it was is dead.  It’s about this guy with HIV, the guy who starred was also the director, producer, writer, and he even … Continue reading Weekend television is a graveyard. Nothing but sport and John Wayne.

The check-out chick really liked a joke I made about Gatorade being bottled sweat. Made me feel good for an hour.

J’s Diary Entries Dec 1994 Tue 27 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos. Wed 28 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos. Thurs 29 Dec – Got pissed, watched videos then went with Brett and Lara to Punter’s Club to see Sam (from our School Days) band play. The band was good but I didn’t feel like chatting to Sam so I pretended not to see … Continue reading The check-out chick really liked a joke I made about Gatorade being bottled sweat. Made me feel good for an hour.

We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.

6 December 1994 Dear S, This may be the last letter you receive from me. The expedition is not going well. My compatriots are fading badly, it’s the heat you see. Today the mercury has risen to 38˚, yesterday it peaked at 40˚.  There is no respite for any of us. I fear we shall all perish. We’ve already eaten three of the camels, and the … Continue reading We sat around listening to CD’s drinking Kahlua, being urbane and bitchy.

I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.

J’s Diary Entry Tue 5 Jul 1994 – Left for work early today, had to be in at 7:30AM to load the recycling truck – got paid for it. Had a good chat with Anna about movies and bludged the rest of the day away.  Wrote two letters, one to S, one to myself, full of wordy self-pity and justifications for how I’ve treated and … Continue reading I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.

The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.

Monday, 28 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a sunny day down here and I’m in a surprisingly good mood considering the crappy weekend I’ve had.  I feel like I’ve guzzled half a gallon of Buzz saw Blend Ultra-Caffeinated Coffee, but I haven’t touched it at all today.  If you could see the murky goo that passes for coffee here I think you’d understand. Well … Continue reading The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.