Funk.

time and sense. under such heat i can barely think. i have an urge to catch up with Glen, and an urge to play with fabric, and a half-finished art work i should complete; but somehow, i found myself here again.

could have gone up the coast to Bribie Island for the day, but seeing as the invitation came seconds after waking at 10.30am, giving me 45 min to wake up, get ready and go — having had the night of sleep i got [2.5hrs to fall asleep and proceed to wake up every hour or so], i was in no way prepared to get moving in that much of a hurry.

besides, a day apart seems like such a good thing at the moment.

confusion abounds.. this, that, theother, somethingelse? “Yea, we can put it in our room…err… your room” — something finds a way to make itself noticable. the slip of the tongue says more than the words it used and abused. say it’s onething, think of it as another, tell people it’s somethingelseentirely. make up your mind…..

in other news, i’m contemplating my agenda for this year — another play; a few films; still deciding if i want the solo exhibition that was pre-booked for me; a tattoo; a slight adjustment in image [going back to where i was a few years ago, then twisting that a little]. it’s all about moving forward, even if it occasionally takes a little step-back-turn-move-forward — just don’t repeat.