51

My dad turns 51 today.

I suppose it's preferable for Jez to be away this weekend than another.

He probably hasn't even left Sydney yet, but in my mind it has already been over a day. It's kind of funny because I'm loving all the time I'm having to myself, and as I've taken one extra day off work I now have the freedom to go anywhere with anyone after uni, I'm doing more miscellaneous things that I normally never get to do ... I'd almost say that I'm happier, except once I come home I feel awfully empty.

I've bought something that fills the gap. No, it's not clothes, and I'd love to go out on a reckless shopping spree today but I've got a $40 cake on order at Red Mango and I'm completely out of pills. You know in the UK they're free.