I used to have lots of idiosyncratic ways of spelling things: th for the, ending y-ending words with -ie, never capitalising contractions of I (i’d, i’ve, i’ll) – never capitalising anything, in fact. I guess I now value readability over individuality, or something. I think I’m now, in my thirties, much more personable and much less weird than I was in my adolescence and twenties. More self accepting, less trying.
Friday night was spent at Brenton’s, Josh and Seb came over, and we watched David Attenborough, talked statistics, ate ravioli and drank wine (Josh & I, that is – Seb generally does not, and Brenton is doing a dry month).
Satyrday I went to Bunnings and bought a bunch of new pots and a new hanging plant and spent some time patio gardening. I simply love my patio garden. Many of the plants I’ve grown from cuttings.
That night Brenton took me to a world music event in Kangaroo Point; the main event being Dya Singh. He was amusing and the whole event was much more fantastical than expected. Two songs involved the didgeridoo!
Afterwards we went to Sitar for, oh god, most delicimous Indian fudz. Paneer Tikka Masala :3
Sunday was spent doing the work on dazelie and unpuppet mentioned in the previous entry. Exhausting, so much time spent sitting on the computer, but rewarding.