Thought this thing wasn't working for a moment there. Parts of the display are screwing up. Guess I'll just have to put up with it. Anyway, this is crazy. I'm working on this book which is based on a journal I wrote back when I living in Melbourne and we were trying desperately to find somewhere to live. Well, not so much trying desperately... but yeah, you have to read it to find out the details. So this manuscript is bringing back all the emotions from when I wrote it. It's really weird. It's almost two years on and I can still remember how I felt back then. I'm trying to figure out if that's a good or a bad thing. Meanwhiles, life goes on. Dad's got a hernia and it's a big one. He's not allowed to sneeze or cough for a while. He's going into hospital soon. I hope. He's got something against the doctor that's doing the operation or something.