I've just published my crowdfunding campaign for the Edinburgh Fringe Documentary I've been working on for the last few months. It's scary stuff, and I feel like it's stressing me out. Maybe it's that, or maybe it's the fact that the girl I've been seeing (she is NOT my girlfriend!!!) is moving to the UK in just over a month and it's looking like we're not going to be able to continue this thing. I had a lovely time hanging out with my cousin's kids in Bendigo on Friday. Seeing a 5yr old boy recoil when I called him smart made me think, maybe my inability to deal with my own shit runs deeper than I might give myself credit for?