Off to Sydney today. I still haven't packed yet, but I'm sure the suitcase will eventually pack itself.

Last night was one of those evenings that you look forward to for eons and eons, then somehow something happens and it all turns to shite.

There's a familiar ring to it all.

Sticks and stones etc. anyway.

So then, as well intentioned as I have become, it's hard not to hold a grudge against anybody when you're just about 3/10ths off the line.

But I suppose the odd thing is, old wounds don't open by themselves. I don't want to bother with it, but then again, I can't help but think that I really haven't gotten over anything at all.

Stupid subconscious going Rambo again...