back in black

i'm not sure there are words for how i'm feeling now. overwhelmed? relieved? by turns ecstatic [new house, leaving for summer holiday on monday] and wistful [new house, leaving for summer holiday on monday]. let's just say it's all good [with or without hand guns - your choice]. survived brisbane. android familypalooza and meet-the-folks-times-infinity was tough but satisfying.

back in the not-so-rainy city - the best home i've ever known, and melbourne town is about to get even better. love is the drug and the new house is a dream. the ghetto of hate has never looked so good. i'm back in my black skivvie and right the fuck back into my leftist loathing for all things averagely australian, thank you for asking, uncle andy.

kev and jules are making me feel a bit tingly sometimes, especially when they cop it from howard or the murdoch press [surely that means they're a credible threat?] and dubya is dogpaddling in some hot water, which warms the cockles of my cold, black heart. so there's that.

it's a little lonely here without the baby doctor, but i feel good knowing he's with the only living girl in new york.

right now, i need to churn out a paper to present tomorrow but more soon...