Really, this is an unspeakable year.
My father passed away. My other sister has cancer and is doing chemo ( thou ovarian cancer caught early, which is actually awesome, because you don't normally get to catch it early - so actually probablly great)
There have been other gastly things which I've obviously blocked from my memory cause I can't remember them off the top of my head.
One of my musician crushes passed away a few days ago and I only found out this afternoon.
He once passed unnecessarily closely to my chair at a gig in Brisbane and I got to leer at his rear from an inch away, and then proceded to say sexually inappropriate things on line *smacks wrist bad sammy*. One of a handful of people whom my occasionally unruly hormones and enthusiasms inspired me to fly for to see. I even went out in Townsville, where I never feel particularly safe to be inebriated on my own.
RIP Mike Noga
Ps. Could all the other people I adore please take very good care of themselves for at least the next six months. I'm usually pretty resilient, but this year is testing me.
