Work, work, work. Blah. Well, at least things seem a little less complicated with the whole marriage / australia thing. Unless, of course, immigration people from australia are reading this journal - which is as likely as the statue of liberty making a convincing case for me to stay in the country. no, i mean the actual statue, not a metaphor or something. i really really do not want to go to "work". there is so much writing to be done and i have only done a few paragraphs in the last few weeks, all of it last night. how pathetic. yeah, i'm a 'writer', right. like a photographer who takes one picture a month, right. blah.