J’s Diary Entry XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX represents parts of his diary that my brother has sliced out and destroyed. Friday, 9 June 1995 Wow, what a weird night. Went over the road for drinks. I decided not to drink too much, and to this noble notion I stayed true, having only 5 neat vodkas. Most of the others got drunk, apart from Simon (who never really lets … Continue reading Bored to tears by violent tales of feline genealogy and death.
Tuesday, 6 June, 1995 5:52pm Hey Sis, WHERE IS THIS BABY? I’m waiting here. Come on woman, spit it out! It’s technically 4 days old! Stop hogging the limelight and let the little tacker out so it can shove you back in the shadows. God, I’m getting impatient, this pregnancy thing is old Sis. Bring on the Bub! Bring on the Bub! Anyway, let’s talk about … Continue reading I could write instruction manuals on how to be excessively trite, insensitive, hackneyed and flippant.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 5 June 1995 My God! It’s so cruelly cold in my house. My hands are so cold I can hardly write. Stood in a queue today next to some Canadian guy chatting with a 50-ish Australian woman about Melbourne. He was tall, lanky, blonde, tanned and had a slight lisp, that made his s’s sound like zh’s, if you know what … Continue reading J the handyman continues his conquest of the world of hardware.
J’s Diary Entry Monday 29 May 1995 A quiet day. I actually got a lot of work done. I’m working to a deadline – Friday – now, so I’m more focused. It was OK at work, no-one really teased me for vomiting at Nadia’s house, though Nadia did seem a bit distant. I have a vague recollection; I went to the toilet and came out. … Continue reading If you leave can I come too?
J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 28 May 1995 Not much of a day. Returned some library books, did some shopping, did some washing. Cooked cous-cous, wasn’t half bad actually. Leah stayed at Aidans’s last night. They went to a 21st birthday party, Leah had some falling-out with Aidan’s Mum and came home early today. She’s pissed off. We went for a bit of a drive around … Continue reading This artifice of depression has wormed its way into my head and, like a Swiss backpacker, has overstayed its welcome.
Friday, 26 May 1995, 10:42am Wow. I’ve just realized how soon you’re going to be having your baby. The proximity of it hit me last night. It’s like seven days away. Wow. I will have to send this today or it wont make it in time. I really hope you’ve decided on a name for it Sis. Call me old fashioned, but I think a … Continue reading My brother, my birthing cheerleader.
J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 25 May 1995 I really must call Mum and S. I don’t know why I am so reluctant to call. Well, I do really, she’s been away so long now and she hardly ever writes. I don’t really know her anymore. And I worry that her having a child is only going to worsen the problem, make her more alien. God. My … Continue reading My sister is an alien.
Monday, 22 May 1995 1:38pm Dear Sis, Howdy. I thought of you on the tram this morning. A pregnant lady was sitting opposite me, rubbing her belly with this secretive smile. It was a bit creepy to tell you the truth. Then the tram conductor sat diagonally opposite me and started talking to himself as he leafed through the form guide. He didn’t ask for … Continue reading My workmates have about as much sensitivity as a Russian condom.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 15 May 1995 Just figured out I was snubbed on Friday night. I was not invited for Friday drinks on purpose. Jeremy blabbed. Well, not really blabbed, but he made it obvious. I was at the printer, and he asked me if I went straight home on Friday. I said yes, and he said something about how he had a few … Continue reading I need to get better at handling rejection. I guess I can’t make people like me.
J’s Diary Entry Wednesday, 10 May 1995 My cold weather zeal has taken hold of me again. I’ve started exercising like I mean it. I haven’t had a “b” for a week (not long, I know, but I feel a difference) and I’m working hard at the book. I didn’t play Tetris once on the computer today, nor did I spend hours writing to my sister. … Continue reading I want to extend my bravado beyond these pages.
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