On Tuesday, I was walking home from work and was thinking about how I would do anything to not be in the situation I was in. I absolutely dreaded seeing R and thought about how I had no form of distracting entertainment since the break-in.
When I got home, R had completely cleaned the house and cooked dinner. We had a talk and sorted a few things out. He said he was going to Nambour the next night, and had chosen not to have that girl 'come' over.
Wednesday night, J and I went to a bar in West end and out to dinner. While smoking a cigarette we met a women outside of a obscure little book shop and discussed the seduction of Hillary Rodenham. Were walking back to the car, T* rings and demands to meet up. He came to pick me up, we got some cheap booze and met J back at my house. Drank an awful amount and spent all night reminiscing about old times. He's sick. He left, I finally feel like I have closure.
My mum rang, she isn't sick like the doctors told her.
R came back yesterday, this is the happiest I have seen him in weeks. He's back to a hundred times awesome again. I went to airbrushing last night, the boy there did the most beautiful little picture for me. It's on my fridge. My pictaturrre of Miles Davis is coming along all right.
He picked me up bearing good news, but told me in the jerkest way. He said "I've got some bad news, you might want to take it sitting down.." I of course freaked out after all that went down, and he felt really bad. The police had rang, they recovered John and I's lap tops. A junkie had stolen them to sell and buy heroin. how fucking lucky is that!? I feel so much safer in the house now. They got the dude... they GOT him!
This weekend is going to be good I hope. Bowling tonight, Múm Saturday and Ron Sexsmith on Sunday.
This is what I am currently airbrushing:
