On the brighter side, we met a horse who let me pet them and pushed their nose into my belly rather affectionately. (Is it a sign of how touch-starved I am that it nearly made me cry?)

We went for a walk to the coffee shop this morning. One guy barely stopped talking the whole hour. Irritating at the best of times, but while I’m groggy from valium and Seroquel and early mornings, and BEFORE COFFEE???

Two valium and a cookie before beddy-byes time

When the psychiatrist listens to your litany of issues and history, exhales audibly and says ‘wow. Well, there’s a lot to unpack there’ I am assuming this is doctor speak for ‘wow you’re a bit fucked up aren’t you’

Been here three hours and my room already smells like Chanel

You’d think he’d want to be more careful, dealing with such a nefarious criminal mastermind

The one on the right shows off your lovely smile, you look so happy!

Missing him like a crater has blown apart my chest and it hurts so much i want to ***

it's also absolutely ridiculous how much it costs to try and get involved in arts community events. memberships, tickets, how rich do you think i am

Of course this lack of accessible community is largely why I moved to Melbourne in the first place (no uni degrees in writing or editing being another major factor), but I really thought in my ten year absence the place would have matured and blossomed a bit, y'know?

i was searching for like an hour before I found about the Hobart LitFest, put on by the Salamanca Arts Centre. which is on THIS WEEKEND. like has no one on this island heard of marketing and publicity??

Look at my little friends!

Personally I think that’s a very warranted reward

Mmmm soup dinner