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30 December 2004 Tomorrow is the last day of 2004. I will be ringing in the new year in semi-quiet and comfort at my friends place in Dee Why. We agreed that crowds and drunkards and watching people tonguing complete strangers at midnight wasn�t what we were up for this time round. So it will just be the three of us girls drinking wine and twirling sparklers and probably asleep by the time the clock strikes twelve. There was the roof party in the quay to watch the fireworks over the harbour or a party in Rose Bay but the roof would include children and people I work with that I haven�t quite got to know yet and the party would include the recent male friend that I like to now refer to as the �drill�. So not fun. I bought myself a canvas and paints in the after Christmas sales. I�ve always enjoyed being a little artistic. I can�t go 2 seconds without drawing something if there is pen and paper handy. So I thought that I would create something inspiring for my bedroom wall. I still have to actually paint my bedroom walls but I also need to fix cracks and learn how to do that so art being much more fun will be my new focus. I also bought an art diary. Basically a book of blank paper but quality paper. The plan was to bring it on the train so I would have something to do on the trip instead of falling asleep and hurting my noggin. But I forgot today. Luckily I was not next to the window and had a nice, soft stranger to fall on instead. He didn�t seem to mind, he was snoozing as well. So working at this time of year is one big painful yawn. I�m on my third or fourth cup of tea and I�ve been to the loo numerous times but the day is dragging. Maybe this coming year I will find a job that makes it easier to get up in the morning and is so stimulating that it�s time to go home before I�ve even realised it. Nothing really exciting has happened to me worth repeating since I last wrote anything. I got more for Christmas than I expected. It wasn�t at all stressful like I feared. The brother came home for the morning and was quiet and happy and controlled himself I think just for our benefit. Mum said as soon as he was in the car on the way back he started laughing to himself. He�s much better but he still won�t admit there is anything wrong with him. He still thinks it is the doctors and us that have the problem. Same argument over and over. Hoping he�ll see it from another perspective anytime soon would be nice. It all seems insignificant when nature comes along and kicks arse. Summer seems to have disappeared which I wonder may be a side effect. Butterfly effect? I know too little about weather and nature to even ponder. Life can change in an instant. Love and strength and good weather to all the people in that part of the world. Back to the superficial all about me and the bright side of my life is that it has been 14 days of good behaviour. 
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