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July 3-- UPS is giving me the run-around about my bass. They keep treating me like an idiot, and telling me they don't
have access to information or that the shipper forgot to to do this or that. Then I tell them
I bloody work for UPS and I know what info they have access to, and that the driver shouldn't
have accepted the package without all the info, and they change their tune. We lost to Pirates on the weekend,
which made me kinda angry, because we could have beaten them. This weekend we play Moree, and I'd
be happy to escape with my life intact. They haven't lost a match in something like 4 years,
and I have no illusions of bringing their winning streak to a halt.
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July 8-- Turns out Australian Customs wants me to fill out a bunch of paperwork to get my bass,
all because my dad didn't fill out the right forms before shipping it. I think I might just
send the bloody thing back at this point. We'll see. Took a bloody great beating at the hands
of Moree yesterday. It's a long drive to play 80 minutes of football. I made another appearance
in the Northern Daily Leader yesterday. Humourous, to say the least.
Click here to read it.
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July 9-- We finally got Kangaroo Killer (a.k.a. Sam's Car) back from the Smash Repairer.
It's making a whole lot of noise, and rattling like hell, but it runs. Sam and I decided
we'll go see an immigration lawyer about me getting a more permanent visa. I'm pretty sick
of hanging around here, doing nothing. I saw a Koala on the side of the road, still alive.
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July 17-- I've been thinking about this on-line journal thing. I guess if I'm gonna write it,
I might as well be honest and treat it like no one will read it, which is kinda true.
I've been pretty depressed lately, and admittedly I think about stuff like killing myself.
It seems so dumb to write that. But I will, because perhaps saying it will make it go away.
Probably not, but it would be stupid not to try. At night things seems worse, but by the
time I wake up and get to the computer, it's hard to remember why the hell I was so sad.
Maybe I'm scared of the dark?
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July 22-- We played at Barraba yesterday. I ran on with about 3 minutes left, long enough
to get into a fight and get punched in the head 5 or 6 times. We won the football match and the
boat-race, so woo hoo for us. As for my mental state, I'm sort of feeling better, like I'm
over the hump. I've had a really strong urge to write lately, although today all I can think
about is that my face hurts. Tomorrow we're taking Anya to get her shots, which should be
exciting. Nothing goes together better than cats and car trips. One of these days I'll get
around to sending some postcards home. I'd really like to see my friends right now.
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July 24-- Tomorrow is Sam's birthday, too bad I'm so piss-poor I can't get her a present. I will at least
cook her dinner and bake her a cake. Anya went to the vet yesterday. She sat in the back seat with me the whole ride there and back, and didn't make any noise. One would almost think she doesn't mind the car. We'll see how much see likes it when the vet rips her ovaries out.
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July 30-- Today I'm sitting around the house doing laundry and fixing this page up. Telstra rang to say the phone
will be hooked up on August 6th, pretty speedy, considering we requested it May 14th. All things considered, I'd
say I'm pretty bored. It looks like I'll be heading back to Canada in January or so, just in time for shitty-ass
winter. Then I'll have to look for a place in Kingston. I won't be holding my breath waiting to see if this plan
takes shape.
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