Brady and J playing Christmas Day 2000. I watch this over and over, it makes me so happy. I can remember their laughter, the sun shining. Ola crying in the background. Happy. deadmansdiaries.com Continue reading Happy.
Thursday, 25 January 1996 12:30PM S, Another day at the mill. Grinding, grinding… Might go straight home from work tonight, I’m short on cash and just not in the party spirit. Leah picked me up from work last night. Went back to her place for an hour or so until traffic died down (Leah hates Flemington Road at rush hour) and then she drove me … Continue reading Everyone was thrilled to see me in a suit, I told them I’d found a corpse.
Monday, 11 September 1995 1:14PM I called you this morning. And now I get to work, have a look at the calendar, and realize that my call was late, your birthday was Friday. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!? God, how embarrassing! I’m so sorry, I got my days mixed up. It was a weird weekend. Friday night I went over good as my word, for … Continue reading Got a crick in my neck, from leaning forward in a meeting, trying to make myself look like a go-getter.
Wednesday, 5 July 1995 4:02pm S Got my Group Tax Certificate today. I earned $27,500 last financial year. That’s $2,500 more than Simon, and we’re on the same wage. It comes from all that overtime I did last year when I came close to burnout. All that effort, and I don’t really feel $2,500 richer. It does make me, paradoxically, want to make some more … Continue reading All good tools have the word “power” in their title.
Monday, 24 April, 1995, 10:33am S, Howdy. It’s a chilly Monday morning, and I feel about seventy. I spent the weekend with Dad up at Nana and Pop’s. It was OK, better than I expected actually. The drive up with Dad on Saturday was torturous though. He tried to put the guilts on me, it went like this; “How long is it since you’ve seen … Continue reading We’re getting the internet at work. I can’t wait. There’s a whole bunch of stuff I wanna check out. Some of it’s even legal.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 13 March, 1995 I’m feeling particularly industrious today. I’ve done more than usual. I’ve done a bit of gardening, actually put my clothes away in the wardrobe and even done some work I brought home with me on Friday, wish I’d brought more home with me. The phone has rung a few times, and it was ignored, I suspect it was … Continue reading The high stakes of deep romantic fulfillment versus soul-shredding rejection. I am going to be alone forever.
10 January 1995 Dear Sis, Hi, it’s me. It’s Tuesday. It’s dull. It stinks in here. It really does stink in here you know. Remember in my last letter how I told you about the roof leaking? Well, the carpet is still wet, and it’s 33˚, it’s beginning to smell like Jeffrey Dahmer’s flat in here. Donovan called me Friday afternoon and invited himself around. Don’t … Continue reading Most Journalists end up being alcoholics, it’s all part of the machismo culture of cynicism and superiority.