Sitting at my laptop, can randomly smell french fries. I am down with that. There are no french fries in the house, all the windows and stuff are closed, and there's a brick wall between me and the neighbours. Heh, phantom smell. At least it's a good smell. I mean damn, smells like fast food and I'm not even at McDonald's.

Leisa said today that she'd talk to WINZ next week to try and speed up the process of me going on Invalid's benefit. It'll be good to go on it, cos then I can shout...

Wakes up some time pre-dawn, wondering why the fuck she's just dreamed of being indecently assaulted in Newmarket. Goes back to sleep.

Wakes up and gets out of bed around 10:30am. Eats 4 weetbix, with milk and sugar. Brushes teeth, has a shower, climbs into (mostly) clean clothes. Rolls a smoke and smokes it, leaves for the bus stop.

Catches a bus to Manukau, walks from Manukau to Lambie Drive. Realises she's about an hour early. Rolls another smoke and smokes it, plays...