i'm having a day of trawling through old ideas and i can't believe how many bits of unfinsihed stories or notes about ideas that i've which i dont even remember writing. maybe while i was away someone swapped my ideas folder for theirs, although my handwriting looks quite familiar and of course in amongst it all there are some old ideas which i do remember, the dull ones of course.
mondays is my day in the studio and i miss my baby pickle in such a funny way, it is not that there is anything i want to tell him or show him or share with him, it is kind of like i am missing a physical sensation, just of there being a little being around me, maybe i am missing being so depended on, but at the same time i am feeling happy about having a day to myself and the inside of my head.
pickle and i went to the st.kilda library on friday. that was good even though it is not as good as the fitzroy library because it doesn't have any couches. there is something about a local library that makes me feel that i am skilled at accessing the good things that society has to offer me. i wonder if this is a skill i could list on my cv. i always borrow more books than i can read which is fun and even if i dont read them there is soemthing to look at during the blank morning stare of breakfast.