Author: Morgan Avery

Might be a bit of a busy weekend, what with Dylan moving out on Saturday, and James & Heloise probably moving in on Sunday. Moving can be such a hassle, and I won’t even be able to help very much, what with my bung pelvis and all.

Speaking of which, my pain is now almost entirely gone, still clearly some issues there though – my lower back feels really weak and tired, I expect the treatment will continue for a while before the problem is fixed.

I’m very nervous about doing anything to make it regress. It’s not a nice feeling. Makes me feel so old, worrying about my back. Sheesh.

George just puked on the carpet. Wanna see it? Click here. For much nicer pictures, here & here.

Went and had yakatori on K Rd last night to celebrate young Francois getting a bit older – was a bit uncomfortable when we first arrived, having an ex there, and all.

Francois forced me (gun to my head, I’m telling you) to drink a fair bit more saki than I intended… It did help cow tongue go down a bit easier, I must say.

Chiropractor again this morning, feeling a lot better already (but still very painful), said my pelvis cracked a lot easier today – that it was extremely stiff yesterday. I want the whole thing to be over with.

Also, on the way back from the yakatori place last night, I snapped a couple of pics of ‘street art‘ – looks like more stuff by that Misery girl.

So, in one of my dreams last night, Jay Lagaia came over, it was a bit weird, his wife and kids were there. He was a bit sweaty. Or maybe that was me. I greeted him with a resounding "JAY!", as if it’d been a long time. (Which it has, I suppose).

So, it turns out that, in the end, it’s a good thing that Dylan decided to shove off. We’ve confirmed that we’re getting to upgrade to a bigger better faster model. The Yojimbo 3000. Yay. 🙂

Oh, and George accidentally pissed on our neighbours shoes & pants. Oopsie. 🙁

Lastly, Adam isn’t really a gay homosexual, it’s only Dylan that we’re not entirely sure about.

Return of the Baker Monkey!

Dylan has decided he wants to move in with his gay lover, one of the fastest programmers I’ve ever met: n’Adm. So he’s leaving us in nary a couple of weeks.

Might be appalling timing (still not sure on that one), but there’s a chance young Irimias could need a new flat when his girl heads off over the seas to the other place that people sometimes go, so maybe it’s actually a bloody good thing.

That would be well nice, in fact.

When I got my fishies I named them by how they interacted with one-another:

• Scrappy – didn’t mind a fight.
• Bully – always got his way, and a large majority of the food.
• Hungry – didn’t like to fight, didn’t get to eat.

As there is now only one fish, all it gets to interact with is plants, rocks and bubbles, the old names no longer apply. My fish is now, and for the foreseeable future, to be known as Henry.