I'm sitting in a net cafe with ten minutes to go, wondering when I'm going to actually be here again with some length of commitment or time. Life is dissolving into stress and panic, I think I'm developing a stomach olser or something.

I miss you guys. Quite bluntly, I do.

Phill, I quite honestly you for trying to keep up my small business while completing a PhD and fending off sickness. I know it's not smooth sailing at the moment, and there are factions who are unhappy that TR hasn't been able to keep its commitments, but that's reality. You're not superman and I can't jack into the net more than once a week for around twenty minutes doing Uni stuff. While it sucks, we can't do much more. Cheers mate, I'd send you a bottle of something if Australia Post wasn't such a fucking rip off.

Will, I'm sure you're doing wonderfully my favourite cheese monster.

Things are changing I see, odd. I feel detached from it all. Like these moments spent online are surreal.

Want to be back soon. Hope to be back soon.

Much love,

Jes