loathing

Just got back from Urge: lovely dark and seedy bar. Good things at Urge:

-Flirtatious barman cracking jokes
-Woofy doorman wanting to engage in watersports
-Cute little CJ snogging my face off
-Astonishingly well-hung and rather attractive gentleman trying to pick me up
-DJ who wants to chat about the latest thing he's heard that I might like
-Swarthy Eastern European lad cruising me relentlessly
-Beer from Larry
-Friendly chatting with little Ted

What an awesome night it should have been! But no. Cold dark weather, a late night last night, all my favourite friends away in Melbourne and $15 in my pocket conspired to deck me with a sudden, unexpected and utterly relentless dose of depression. I'm not horny, my house is a shithole of epic proportions, and I needed to go home before it got so bad I damaged myself. In the end I just expressed my frustration through the medium of tyre smoke: parallel black stripes through the carpark and around the corner.

No disassemble!

I woke this afternoon feeling much better than last night. Today is sunny and hot, and I resolved to spend as much of it outside as possible. Sunlight is good...
I went out for coffee with Paul, and then set to work dismantling the interior of the Red Piazza. I made a lot of progress in 3 hours: the entire dashboard removed, computers safely packed away, aircon system removed, and wiring loom largely untangled. I need to remove the pedal box before I can go too much further, and thats always a total bitch, but apart from that it's good to be making progress.

And I'm far, far happier than yesterday. Not 100% yet, of course, but getting there...