King Of The Foxes: Life is hard. The potato salad is just a bit chewy.

The other day I woke to a letter of sweet goodbyes and while dressing myself for work that morning I put my foot straight through one my deteriorating work shoes. Strangely enough I felt good. It was as though the morning had made the future full of optimism, opportunity and a some what clearer vision of personal ambitions.

For the morning was not only the unfortunate (but inevitable) end of my five dollar cotton specials (aka: THE SHOES) but the impending mutual parting of a beautiful relationship; however not a friendship. A mutual separation brought upon by each others personal plights, pursuing to separate paths. One takes the plane to Sydney; the other drives through crane fields, in early morning fog.

This had followed a amazing weekend in Brisbane, seeing family, rondevu with friends (singing Regina Spekta with Josi and Steph in the car on the way to central) and seeing plays. Kudos to Gavin Quinn with his Play "Oedipus Loves you". Oedipus has to be one of my favourite tragedies of all time, and to see it staged and adapted in a humorous way was a treat. Not to mention the cast was amazing.