Satyrday

Well sleep last night hated my guts. I’d gone to Brenton’s and he made me salmon and veges and we watched Sunshine and The Man from Earth. About half an hour after we went to bed (just after I’d fallen asleep) Jimmy and his friend Nick came stumbling slurring screaming into the house, turned on obnoxious music and loudly demanded Brenton get up. He had to tell them repeatedly to shut up before I finally went back to sleep probably an hour later.

I was woken up by my phone ringing early in the morning, which I knew immediately meant bad news. It was my mumm to tell me my uncle had attempted suicide and was unconscious in intensive care. No more sleepz for me.

Went to the Black Milk sale (everything $30 rather than $70, the most common item on the tables being the pair of red galaxy tights I already have) and bought two pairs of tights and a dress. People had been lining up since 5am but by the time I got there at 12pm there was no line, so that seemed a bit overkilly.

Went to visit some friends of Brenton’s that he knew from previous work, both social workers. We talked about domestic violence – men who use violence don’t need anger management if they can manage their anger in situations besides those in which they’re at home alone with their wives.

They had two little dogs which we took to a dog park where I got to pat a pug. PUGGGGgggggg.

Came home and watched The Game and Primal Fear and ate copious pizza and drank 1.25 litres of Pepsi between us. Feel ill.