quick notes:

8 people going away to a place with 3 bedrooms. 2 x couples, and one couple who just broke up, but both are still coming along. i don't know if i want or simply expect to drink too much wine, be the grouchy smoker outside and the one who always sleeps on the couch in sad alcoholic stupor. with this group of friends i feel this is a valid lifestyle choice as a) they are all fucking healthy athletes who need exposure to other ways of being and b) i'm the youngest by two years which always seems to be my inner dialogue excuse for childish behaviour in their company.

still haven't moved interstate. i'm nearly a month overdue to be there.

musing on the concept of cowardice.

and, not entirely unrelated, wondering if i should drop the phd. how i could. what i'd do if i did that.

faking my own death and hiding out in the Berlin Zoo as a pantomime diprotodon is my favourite option so far.