Not much has happened, I write a sentence or two here and there. Went out the city to celebrate Australia Day with friends today, I mean yesterday, crap look at the time. I've been busy looking for jobs and worrying about Uni/Tafe, plus this new and unnecessary sage with my sister. I really want to write, it's killing me, so I'll try to do some tomorrow, with no distractions, I'm avoiding any real conversation with my sister at the moment, sad isn't it. But this novel has to become my number one priority no matter how my family sees it. They seem to hate everything I do, writing, protesting, and they seem to think I don't want a job. Hello! I'm poor, my computer's crap and I'm always broke.
