I am going to write a story where a man asks some creepy witches to astrally project him into the afterlife because he wants to see his dead wife. Then he falls shirtlessly in love with one of the witches. I’m not sure how many scenes it would have or if the ending would be happy or disturbing.

The other thing is Kat came and we went and saw some dead frogs at the art museum, followed by going to Bondi beach for the first time (I hadn’t been before - it’s one of those Sydney tourist things I could never be bothered doing), where there were lots of dead crusty Aussie males and girls jogging in tight pants. Wanted to do the walk down to Coogee, but we didn’t get the whole way because we couldn’t be arsed. Looking at the map, it turns out that we were basically there when we turned off the trail and got lost trying to find a bus stop in suburbia. Dang.

Now, witches…