The house I grew up in for 16 years is for sale. It was in my dream this morning too. There was this little European guy, short, chubby, black hair, he was meant to be my dad and I was telling him how to save money. He was useless. I kept saying 'he's not my dad' and 'so everything is just a big lie'... 'no, my dad's the tall guy'. Standing out on the driveway. The stone pebble driveway that is now paved and god awful. Why wreck something that is so close to nature with paving? Fucking Templestowe wankers (people from there bought the house so I can say that - concrete you know).

I always said I'd buy the house if it ever was for sale again. Not that I want to live back there, it's a bit too far. Even if I did I can't afford it. It makes me a bit sad what they've done to it. Like it's lost it's earthiness a bit. I don't like that. I'm going to the open for inspection Sunday. I'll just be late to footy. This is too important to me. To be able to go back there after nearly 20 years. I'll only have 1/2 hour.

One thing from today: I don't know. The metro man was really nice after I lost my ticket in the machine... whoosh sucked right in and down.

Oh that's right. Something good from today! An ex work colleague called out of the blue to say hi. He left the day I went to the Gold Coast and I didn't get a proper chance to say goodbye. He called work about a month - six weeks ago and I called back and left a message but.... no reply. He called today which was nice.

Sleep time. I'm so tired.

What did you do today? Were you inspired by anything or anyone? Did a stranger smile at you and warm your insides? (Me, neither). I did like the feel of the cold wind on my face whilst I was rugged up nice and warm.