It's all Good

Are we becoming a society of spin-doctors?

This was a conversation I heard on the tram.

How was your weekend?

well, went to see the latest Steven King movie, which was really fantastic in special effects and make-up, as you'd understand, but a little too violent for me. So that was good. 

Then John had his heart set on the motor show and Sunday was its last day. Not really my thing, but on the way out, we saw that the cinema, just close by, was having preview sessions of Terminator 3 and we were lucky enough to get tickets. Frown. Um... I'm not really sure if I understood it. So that was good. 

So yes, my weekend was great thanks. Yours? Big, over made up smile.

Subject: (insert adjective) Tuesday

Miss! 

How are you? How was your looong weekend? 

How was the wedding? 

How are Mark and Luke? 

When did you get back? 

How's the coalface today? Not too busy, I hope. 

That's enough about you! Haven't got much to say about me. 

My bladder has started bleeding again – predicted with the restarting of anti-HIV meds – but nowhere near as profusely as previously – so far it's do-able, though I don't want to be leaving red trails behind me in Port Douglas, that's for sure. 

Otherwise, I'm A-OK. 

Hospital day today (groan, sigh). Dad's still driving me in – I think I get him to do it just for the company a lot of the time – I have my blood taken an hour before my appointment – that's a lot of time to kill! 

Also, saves me a small fortune in petrol – yes, I was one of the few that filled up at 136c (premium) last Wednesday, fool that I am. Same outlet the next day – 10c cheaper again. Anyway. 

So, all in all, kinda chirpy, kinda wishing things were moving a bit faster, that I was a bit stronger blah blah blah. Exercising and stretching are the pits when you have my bod, let me tell you – but, it must be done if I am to have the body to match the costume to match the mind etc etc etc. 

Time flies, must be off. 

Tom 

xxxx

Subject: Sunny Tuesday

I'm good. The long weekend just seemed to slip away. I think I slept most of Friday... no, I did. Lay down on the couch about midday, or something and woke up in the a.m.'s. Doh! 

The wedding was easy, a cocktail party, finger food and no dinner. Got home Sunday arvo sometime. 

Mark and Luke are good. 

Took mum to a play last night, which was really good. Mum was pleased to be chauffeured there and back, due to public holiday. 

The coalface is kind of quiet today, most of my work is done for the current second.

SMS. 16.38. Don’t think Jill is talking 2 me. Sent her a happy easter text & got no reply. Rude bitch. However, 8 sleeps 2 go. & off 2 the Stokehouse 4 dinner. Jill?... Jill who? – Rachel 

SMS. 17.15. She’s not good @ responding… it’s the new phone, she can’t hear it, so she claims – go’n deef? – Christian 

SMS. 17.20. Want to meet tonight? – Aiden

Are yes, Aiden? 

SMS. 19.01. Come over – Christian 

SMS. 19.02. Ok, but I’m at uni. Almost finished, be there at 20.30. Is that okay? – Aiden 

SMS. 19.08. Sure – Christian 

Twenty three year olds are so polite, aren’t they?

20.30, then he’ll be ½ an hour late, no doubt, too much waiting around. Just get over here and get you pants off, will you kid.

SMS. 19.51. Hey, I think I’m too stoned now – Christian 

SMS. 19.52. Ok, I won’t come over – Aiden

You seem to be giving up too easily, kid. Where’s your fighting spirit.

SMS. 20.02. We could give it a go, but I tell you my head is spinning. How horny r u? – Christian 

SMS. 20.03. I’m ok. R u really horny? – Aiden 

You just didn’t sell it enough, kid. 

SMS. 20.08. Some other time then? – Christian 

SMS. 20.09. sure – Aiden