November 11, 2003 @ 12:04 a.m.
Do not sing the national anthem during sexual moments.

Well.

People are exiting my life via my house and I'm sad about it, the book launch I've been grizzling about for months is finally arriving, now only a week away, and I've learned that it's a bad idea to sing "Advance Australia Fair" at someone while you're giving them a handjob. Unless that someone is John Howard, I suppose, in which case he'd probably abound nature's gifts all over the place.

Does that make up for my long absence? Allow me to extrapolate. Except for the bit about the national anthem, I think that speaks for itself. Or expresses itself in some form, anyway. Ahem.

The launch of the anthology is next Monday night. I'm psyched and nervous about it but at the same time quite confident. We've organised things well, I think. I've reached some sort of Zen state as far as Mlle Bimbohead is concerned; several weeks ago during a meeting she tried to make me look bad in front of everyone, but I turned it around on her so she's been eating the proverbial humble pie ever since. She honestly doesn't bother me anymore. And after Monday night, her number will be deleted from my phone and she'll be deleted from my life. It all feels rather nice, actually.

Oh yeah. And I don't think I got around to mentioning it, but both of the stories I submitted made the short list, and one of them made it into the book. I'm pretty damn happy about it.

It's going to be a good night though. If you're in Melbourne and you're free, consider yourself harangued into attending, only without any actual haranguing happening. Email me for the details if you're interested. Also, I will at some point in the coming week be going on the wireless to promote the launch. Yee haw.

In regards to people leaving...well, I guess they're not really walking out of my life per se, but Deb and Fred are going on holiday and they're not coming back. To our house, that is. I'm sad about it - they can be crappy as far as housemates go (as in not cleaning up after making huge messes in the kitchen, that sort of thing) but they're great people and I do adore them. So it's (almost) time to play New Housemate Roulette, and once again try to avoid inviting people to live with us who look like a) they think housework is something only other people, mostly of the female variety, do b) they might masturbate into other people's hair while those people are asleep c) they vote Liberal or d) all of the above.

And for now, that's all, folks.

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