A dry spell. 11 hours work in a week does not cover the bills. Sitting, waiting for the phone to ring, does not make me less anxious.

The house is slowly adjusting to the emptiness that has been left by the death of Kirby. Even with the other three here, it still seems... less. When I left the supermarket a few days ago, I caught myself hoping he had found a dry spot from the heavy rain until I got home... although mid thought it jolted me that he no longer needed to fear the rain. Those moments will become more scarce, I know.

I went into town at lunch time yesterday to meet some friends and watch the final NBA game, and drink beer. It was nice to be out of the house. Then everyone went back to their respective jobs, and I wandered, and wondered. I sat drinking a coffee and looking at people's shoes. Women wear such ridiculous shoes... tottering about on the unevenly paved steps that lead down to Martin Place. Shoes that would have been a fetishist's dream. Why would you wear them at your workplace?

I wandered, and found myself in Lincraft. I bought some clasps and beads and went home to repair a cheap bracelet that I am particularly fond of. Then I made up some earrings. For a first attempt, they aren't awful.

I have my guitar lesson this afternoon, am going out with my guitar-buying friend and my sister and one of her former flatmates to see a band tonight, and my mother is visiting tomorrow (although, with this constant rain, I wonder if we will survive the day, cooped up in each other's company).

I'm feeling about as flat as this reads.