THE SHAPE OF THINGS

People, I owe you an apology. I know I should have posted earlier, but unfortunately I didn’t feel up to it, and I am snowed under with work and refugee work.

Well, late on Thursday afternoon, I received an SMS from her asking if I could come over another day. If someone had of punched me in the stomach or kicked me in the groin then I could not have felt worse. I SMS’d her back saying to let me know whenever is good for her. So far she hasn’t. On Monday I SMS’d her asking how the assignment was going; I’ve received no response.

I realise she is probably very busy with her assignment, but it doesn’t look good. Which leads me to ask; what is wrong with me? I mean, we seem to have so much in common, and she seems like such a thoroughly nice and decent person. Am I that hideous, because that is the only conclusion I can reach. Who knows maybe she will contact me soon, but I am not holding my breath. I like the woman, but I don’t feel up to contacting her again and being made to feel like shit.

On top of that, I am snowed under with work (8;30pm and still at work), much of which revolves around opposing the sedition provisions of the Anti-terrorism bill, and the draconian IR legislation, as well my usual things demanding humane treatment of refugees outside of work. What a great fucking world, country and society we live in.

In one of those strange coincidences, of those few people who read this blog, most of you are from Melbourne. After 6 months of putting it off, I will be down in Melbourne for work; people look out for the sad, hideous figure, who seems to have lost the last vestige of his sanity; that will be me.