For no reason at all, I watched 60 Minutes tonight. There was a piece about Mat Damon and how famous he is. I have no idea who he is. What with all the talk about how awful it is to be famous and lose your anonymity, I thought it would be great to start a business throwing special parties for people who crave non-recognition. Myself, and a group of similarly inclined people with no idea who anyone famous is, would be paid to attend functions and to not recognise stars.

Also during the interview, a list of well known roles Mat Damon has played was reeled off, followed by something like "Where do these all come from?". Screenwriters - duh. Famous Mat didn't say screenwriters, but he should have.

Last week on the bus, I sat behind a guy who smelled like rotting potato peel.

The week before last, I went to the dentist. Because my teeth are crap, I had booked a long appointment. My dentist is great, but it's a real crap experience when you can't get a full anaesthetic because of your antidepressant. The whole thing was a combination of pain, crying because of pain, and then feeling all over odd because of the drug interaction. Afterward I decided that a two hour trip home on public transport would be a bit much, so I called my brother. I am geographically challenged, so the distance between Greensborough and St Kilda was no problem at all. I do the dentist again this week, and have a lift organised.

I don't see my brother too often, mostly because he's a baker and keeps odd hours, so this is the first post-baptism 'face time' we've had. He's much the same, as I suspected. He still drives well, but very fast. The only change is that instead of techno, he listens to the Hillsong Choir in the car. He upset a tail-gater, who then followed us nearly back to my place. Then there was a chase in earnest (Hillsong blaring away) while we shook him off.

I see my blasted Case Manager tomorrow. She'll want to talk about her barely coherent letter about courses I only agreed to do because she nagged at me. The courses are either dodgy, hideously expensive, or cheap - but inappropriate.

I saw the blasted Respite Guy last week. This was after he left me a message rescheduling, but his day was the dentist so I tried to call him and re-reschedule. No response to messages and in the end I had a friend contact him on D-Day to explain that he'd just better not come as I'd be out. (Apparently this was via fax, because he mentioned how that impressed everyone at the organisation.) So, I saw him last week and yes, he did get my messages but didn't call me back. We sat around and wasted half a day doing nothing I enjoyed. Also, he was talking about some (other) mental lady he sees, and how she's doing speaking engagements about her mental issues. It shat me that he phrased things like 'obstacles she's had put in her path'. Obstacles are just there and you get over, around, through them however you can. Or not, as the case may be. But he makes it sound like someone put them there with malice and forethought. Respite Guy often speaks of things in this vaguely mistrustful way, and it annoys me. Then, back to the lady's obstacles, Respite Guy began that if he'd had to go through what she had he'd have... (sentence ends as Respite Guy realises it might be a bad idea to say he'd kill himself, given my whole killing myself thing).

Also week before last, I saw my psychiatrist, who is not blasted. I was supposed to see him the week prior and this caused consternation. I hike out on the bus and report to reception, only to be told that he's on annual leave. Which earned a hearty comment in my trusty 'calm-yet-commanding' professional voice that "Well, it's disappointing that I was given this appointment then, isn't it?". Anyway, when I did see him, the psych was nothing noteworthy.

What else...

Evil slapper neighbors have moved out! Hurrah!! Currently I am enjoying new neighbors who can close doors without slamming, who have speaking voices without the volume to reach me in bed, and who don't hurl abuse and slap each other. And I'm not a jazz person, but by God it's good to hear jazz instead of crap like that R&B / Pop. They used to listen to stuff like that song where they're singing 'shut up, just shut up, shut up', and you can't even think to yourself that you'd like them to shut the fuck up.