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I am back from my holiday. Port Douglas was good. Brisbane is still crap (why did I come back) I don’t have anything else to say right now.

I am off to Port Douglas for a week tomorrow. The last few days have been an absolute bastard. Why is it that whenever I go away, there is always a mad panic to get everything done. I haven’t been doing any study lately which means I am going to have to have to do some while I am away or face a mad rush when I get back.

I bought the following books today to read while I am away:

Reefer Madness and other tales from the American underground - Eric Schlosser
Fences and Windows - Naomi Klein (I have just read the preface and she admitted that she didn’t know much about economic theory when she wrote her last book ‘No Logo’ which was shit canned by just about everyone)
Dopeland - John Birmingham

How did I end up with two books about dope? It’s not like I am a pot head or anything. Oh well.

I doubt there will be any posts until I get back next week. So everybody,

Stay Glamorous!

What a fun working week. Here is the current scoreboard.

• One client refusing to pay their bill (though these guys are a client of a client so I guess it doesn’t really matter too much)
• One client is about to either go bust or take a job as an employee somewhere
• I have been replaced at another client by a bunch of South Africans
• Another client has been told by his bean counter that he can’t use my services because he has a large tax bill.

In summary, I have managed to loose 3 out of 4 major clients, accounting for a good 60% of my income in a week. Good effort don’t you think? Now is a good time to evaluate what I what to do in the future. At least I have enough money to keep my business going for another 6 months or so without gaining any new customers. I don’t think I could give away my single remaining large client, they are really good to work for. At the same time, I am not sure that this is what I want to be doing forever.

On to something more important.

I woke this morning to the news that our wonderfull Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade had issued a new travel advisory warning Australians not to avoid South East Asia. Aparently the War on Terror isn’t going that well and we are all in more danger now than before this so called War on Terror was declared. Telling your citizens to stay at home might be an acceptable policy for Americans, as they are a bunch of ignorant, lazy bastards who never leave North America anyway. However, this does not really work with Australians. In John Howard’s head, we are placed somewhere in the middle of the North Atlantic. Back in the real world, we are part of Asia. It is simply unnacceptable to say stay away from our nearest neighbour.

This is our problem. Instead of trying to pretend like it doesn’t exist, its time to work out why these people hate us so much. Do they even hate us that much. You hardly ever see the Australian flag being burnt. Assuming they do hate us, this could be the reason.

Indonesia
Population: 216 million
GDP: $67 billion

Australia
Population: 19.5 million
GDP: $418 billion

Is it any wonder they think we are a bunch of motherless fucks.

ok. I wasn’t going to drink alone, then came Sunday.

I wasn’t going to drink a 6-pack again by myself, but tonight I did… for no reason. Good thing nastro azzurro isn’t as strong as coopers.

To the thing that sent that THING here to torture me. Up yours.

The weekend was going well. We had drinks on Friday night in the office. I got really pissed, then went to the valley to meet my gf. Went back to her place, then spent Saturday doing not a lot.

My gf came over for dinner on Saturday night, we watched a movie (’O'), everything was fine. We were sitting on the couch and she started to kiss me. I don’t exactly know what happend, but I guess she felt that I wasn’t really interested. So she pulled away and started to cry. Realising what I had done, I started to cry too. It was at this point that I could no longer ignore what was going on, and she knew. There is no spark in our relationship, and there hasn’t been for a long time.

I managed to pull myself together and she stayed over the night, but as soon as she left on Sunday, I just started crying again. I couldn’t stop. Most of the day was spent in bed, crying. I haven’t been this bad for a long time. I didn’t really stop until I decided to get drunk at about 7pm. I got really pissed, downing a 6 pack in about 2 hours. It killed the pain quite well.

I woke up feeling like absolute shit today, but at least I wasn’t upset. I had to leave work after lunch because I was feeling so sick. I don’t know what to do. I know I can’t keep drinking myself into a coma every time the shit hits the fan. We are going on holiday in 10 days so maybe that will improve things a little. After 5.5 years, it isn’t possible to just walk away, even if has all turned cold. By the same token, there is no point going on if its all shit, just because its been 5.5 years.

Mum thinks it’s time for another trip to Spain. I can’t say that I disagree with her.

I think dinner might be burning :(