This weekend will be one full of wine, dancing and bitching about family. Bring it on!

Things are scooting along in my world. I now have friends within a stone’s throw of my house who have invited me to drinks and general loveliness (and promise to be my going out buddies forever more – yippee!). The Urbane man has just called to suggest a night at the theatre in a week and a bit.. oh yay! and here was I thinking he had gone off me..
My sister will be here in less than 24 hours to spend a couple of nights with me, and she actually sounds into it (aside from the bizarre ’should I bring bed linen’ quip)

Today I have talked via phone to a circus performer, have had a meeting with a theatre director (who is going to direct a play based on a dreaming story with some Indigenous young people), have emailed a graffiti artist for a potential gig at our skate park and have sent off a submission for funding for our festival in 2009 and 2010. I have also hooked up some local historians at different stages of writing their local histories so they can support each other (and not have to rely on me so much).

All looks good here at the moment. I have made it through my three months probation and as you can tell by the list of things I have done today – the job has settled in – it seems that no-one else wants it – so I get to stay!

That’s all the happy out of the way..
However I can’t shake this sense of dread in the pit of my bits.. Maybe it is too much coffee.. Maybe it is the dream this morning of a train accident.. (ironical considering where I live).. Maybe it is the fact that I hadn’t been able to do more on the submission before I sent it in. Maybe it’s knowing I only have $150 in the bank.. Maybe it is from last night clearing out old emails from friends and lovers I am no longer in contact with (why did I turn down The Doctor so many times, considering how I feel when I think of him now?).. Maybe it is the reluctant schmoozing I am anticipating will occur this evening at an exhibition opening of some truly atrocious artist.

Melancholy, dread.. there is something not quite right.
I am going to write it off as potentially getting the flu and give myself an early mark.

Oh and just because it is an important day to mark.. here is my favourite MJ song – haven’t seen this version before.. Aaaah Britney is a trashbag.. [imagine if he had done this with Christina.. that would have been fun..]