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Tonight is the night, I'm meeting C tomorrow morning in Toowong and I'm horrendously tired, but anticipatory. I've had a nice evening which has included having a really long bath and pampering my skin to within an inch of its life, which has made my largest bodily organ very happy. Yay! :)
Lets see what tomorrow holds...

I'm disturbed... but journalling is merely literature in a hurry. :)

Looking at what everyone else has written I've come to the conclusion that everyone I know who writes in these things is actually immensely bored... please be careful with me, I'm sensitive - and I'd like to stay that way.
I have regards from Lizzy, meeting for coffee on the morrow... she has a new boyfriend, whom I can't wait to meet. Thank goodness for the evolution of the marvellous South American bean bush-plant - all good things come from Mother Nature.
Especially those fossil fuels... its hard not to think that some small marine animals had to die for eventual use of the electricity produced from their cremation could run this journal.
Now I think I'm babbling... on Alcohol and Alcoholism! Quotes up soon...
For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication. :)
My Biography will require conditional affectations... When my journal appears, many statues must come down. Lest I have that Internet standards board raiding my house on a weekly basis... for instance I'm never going to write my memoirs, I think that'd be just asking for trouble.

On informance of my grandmothers death this morning.

It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
However...
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

I mourn my grandmother Joan with a smile, as do all her children, and her children's children, whom she is survived by. :)