A lot of time has passed since I posted last and although I think of posting something every day or so the mind fog that MCS greets me with each day diffuses my ability to get things done. Now that I have began to feel quite a lot better my mind has become clearer and I have a little more time to do things, now that my whole life is no longer focussed on being sick and disabled. What a joy it is to walk down the street wearing a carbon filter mask rather than a gas mask. People look but they don't stare so much and mothers and children don't walk away from me with a look of fear as I approach. Its really is the little things in life that make life so rich and rewarding. XOX

Yet another Sunday has rolled into view with more years having been added to the mortal body. The illusion of change descended upon us like the second coming with the election of Kevin however this soon became stagnant with the the Governments inability to make clear decisions when threatened by the evil obstructionist power hungry cretin known as Tony Abbot. What fools they were having had the power to initiate change but no balls to carry it out. Oh well we will have to wait another fucking generation.

Howard eats personal brain time

Another Sunday has drifted into afternoon as lazy day’s edge closer to the morning confusion of Monday. Ahh here it comes again the inevitable countdown to the weekend. The cycle is an aberrant thing that we all seem to posses with an ease; a flair to be more exact. Nonetheless the transfiguration from work to home has now become more of a merge rather than a clearly defined thing. So Sunday night starts to become Monday morning earlier in the night as more (unpaid) brain time is consumed by work. The Howard Governments slow errosion of working peoples conditions has even ventured into our own brain time!