well, talk about plot twists.
yesterday i was thinking 'cool, last day at work, tomorrow i will go to uni, then friday i will write'. then i get home and there's four messages on my messagebank - okay, one was a reminder i'd left there and another was from the local video store, but you gotta keep the drama! - and it happens that me poor da's eye day surgery yesterday turned into a not-so-routine trip to the eye and ear hospital today for further surgery and an overnight stay. i can almost see his face now, his bottom lip jutted out as far as it can go, white stubble bristle just poking through the foldy skin on his face, all communication reduced to grunts and sighs. and i wonder where i got my drama-queen-gene from. i shouldn't say that, it's never nice to stay overnight at a hospital, least of all when you  weren't planning for it. i hope it's not too traumatic for him... (oh look! surf's up! the guilt's coming in waves!) so, mum's coming over to our house and staying the night. luckily i have tomorrow off, unluckily i still have no idea how to drive a car. really, sometimes i shake my own head in wonder. at myself. just in case you thought i was expressing wonderment at the world in general. which, don;t get me wrong, i sometimes do - but that just then wasn't one of those times.
one wonderful thing - i am currently reading 'the thompson gunner' by nick earls (who is, if you didn;t know by now, an absolute legend). it's about a successful australian female standup comedian, and i can't help seeing fiona o'loughlin when i read it. which, of course, is a good thing. better than seeing, say, bert newton instead, who, though australian, is neither female nor a standup comedian. now that would have been weird.