Unpacking and listening to Radiohead. More comics and reference books on the shelf in here. Once mum finishes out in the kitchen I'll unpack all the books that go on the shelf out there. Maybe get a shower somewhere. And some food. I'd love some grilled cheese and toast right now. Making me drool. All this moving stuff knocks me around a lot. I don't feel well in general. I'd make a terrible nomad. Anyway, I went up to the milkbar earlier. It's a little deal with a fridge of drinks and a deep fryer for fish and chips and a hotplate for hamburgers. I forgot to check if they have red bull or not. I'll have a look next time in there. I hope for my wallet's sake they don't. I got lost on the way back, thinking there was a way I could get home that would be quicker and be less main streets. I thought this one street met with the one we live on, but I got to the end near a muddy paddock before finding I was wrong. I headed back southwesterly and eventually found the right street. There's a broken bottle on the street in front of our house.