Call me, we should all have a coffee sometime.

Yes, I’m really surprised by how much I miss having a cat! It occurred to me last night that I’ve always had a pet of some description; even when James and I were living in Tuart Hill I still got to go home regularly to see my pets at Mum’s place. I think it’s more when I’m home on my own and I crave the company. There’s just something so amazing about having a living breathing thing that doesn’t have to live with you, but chooses to. Do you know what I mean? No, I’m not getting clucky (all this work supporting pregnant women does NOTHING to inspire my desire to breed, if anything it turns me off even more! Especially because every day at work I stare at a posters of cartoon women giving birth–cartoon women, and it still makes me feel ill!!).

James and I saw ‘Wolf Creek’ when we were in Australia, and it has inspired many passionate discussions (not between us, but between us versus other people who have seen it). I thought it was okay, but ended up descending into a really unbelievable storyline. It started off so haunting and creepy and real, and ended up being a little silly, with the tortures just getting too far-fetched. I know that it’s ‘apparently’ what really happened, but I ended up feeling like the filmmaker’s were grossing me out for the sake of grossing me out. Aside from that, it was a taut and slick horror film! Nowhere near as good as ‘The Proposition’ though!