Schrodinger's Cat

Good Friday?

These Melbourne internet cafes are so overpriced - or maybe it's just the way things work here. Money seems to disappear pretty fast - I really hope this job goes alright; I don't want to go crawling home broke after a fortnight. Next big mission is to find a flat - the first one I looked at seemed perfect, hopefully they'll take me. The others I've seen have just been sort of OK.

I had a long Friday night - in fact it's still continuing as I haven't been to bed yet. I took some Ecstasy for the first time (paying $70 in NZ just didn't seem worth the bother). That was pleasant, fairly low key, sitting around a fire in the back yard with Mike and his flatmates and a couple of acoustic guitars. Mike's British flatmate John is a music teacher and gave me some pointers on hand & muscle relaxation - I haven't had musical training apart from a few guitar lessons when I was 16 so I've picked up ten years worth of bad habits in the meantime which it would be good to break through. I think that part was the highlight of the evening.

After that I got a lift into Collingwood to meet my other Wellington contact here, a mercurial lesbian girl Michelle who I'd done a paper with at university - she is/was friends with Elisa (I was out in town one night with them, feeling quite attracted to Michelle but got the ultimate pleasant surprise when Elisa asked me to walk her home - a great period of life-with-a-girlfriend bliss followed). So I went along to one of the city's gay bars and hung out there for a while, played a couple of games of pool - I was totally comfortable being there but I think if I had any gay impulses myself I would have known by now. It ended up being one of those evenings where seemingly everyone except me had sex (there was even a couple doing it in a tram stop as Mike & I were walking home the night before). I had a little bit of speed with Michelle so I'm still awake - I've spent the last couple of hours walking back to Mike's flat (two thirds of the way there now). It's a fine sunny day though so that's alright. I've probably earned a big hangover but don't seem to be feeling it (yet). I'll confess to a try-anything-once attitude to drugs, though drawing the line at needles. As far as addiction goes, I find chocolate far worse than any alcohol or drugs I know.

There's some kind of music & workshop gathering called Confest somewhere north of here - I'll see if I can borrow a tent and get the train up. 'Twould be good to see a bit of the countryside before I have to be back for work on Tuesday. And if I can find a place to live I'll be sorted here...