Well, where do I start?

I have had absolutely extraordinary (well, for me anyway) health semi-crisis in the past 72-100 hours. I will write about it properly later, but in the interim i have self-diagnosed adrenalin fatigue, after reading the article below, which i'm sure will appeal to other bloggers, or film-types:

From saucy to sweet.


And this is a great article that made me laugh out loud:

Sleepless in Suckerville

Catherine Deveny has a column in the Saturday Age - called 'Couch Life'. I don't read it regularly at all but do recall her amusing me terrifically in the past. She comments / reviews TV but usually in a fashion completely irrelevant or disparaging to the week ahead's programming. I hope you enjoy it!

The article was also timely, as insomnia is discussed - and basically the health issues relate to not being able to sleep since Wednesday night. I thank The Saturday Age for providing some amusement through this ordeal. I also thank my dear friends for truly looking after me. I am coming out of convalescence mode and am writing this at my friend's house - where i have been trying to recoup. It's likely i haven't slept properly since i got back to the city on NYE. Flew back from my parents forest/no-traffic-noise retreat, albeit with a chest infection, to the heatwave surrounding my cubbyhouse on a major intersection in Melbourne.

I don't begrudge it, and for anyone that's concerned, my mood has been nothing but positive since Wednesday. It is actually also possible that I have overdone the positive thinking and am experiencing some kind of mania. I am finishing a film, which is, and is going to be glorious - for perhaps the first time i have an excitement instead of anxiety and my brain is virtually vibing white heat - just about how to make the film even better over the next 2 weeks.

I've also been thinking about everything that ever happened. Images, thoughts, ideas. Stay tuned for a open day soiree at my cubbyhouse (haven't really been able to receive guests yet - still no couch). The soiree will feature a one-off exhibition of my childhood dress-up and ballet costumes. Kids who fit into the outfits will be the VIP guests. Got to just prevent it getting all girly. Hopefully some blokes/Dads will come too.

Enough now. Got to throw some water on the white heat.

Later alligator.