Got back from Sydney on Friday night, worked all day Sat, did a gig in the country Sat night, went camping, did camping shit on Sunday, then had a roast with housemate and neighbours, then worked Monday and Tuesday. Pretty tired now.

Drove out to West Head an hour or so North of Sydney in a hire car and recorded a pod in the car because there was nowhere else private for me to do it at my hostel. Got lost after recording this while coming back to Sydney after my phone died, what a nightmare. Something in me wants to hate Sydney, evidently, but I don't. Not really.

I'm grateful for the opportunities that I get, and at the same time somehow resentful of the fact that I'm expected to be grateful. There's something interesting in this, but I haven't quite figured it out yet. Also hey there's an ad for the first time! Fun!

I turn 30 in three days, and I'm still the same horrid little gnat I was when I was 16. My high school girlfriend's Mum said that I had a chip on my shoulder, and on Saturday someone else said the same thing. Of course they're right, now what to do about it?

This week's episode isn't really about Australia Day/Invasion Day at all, I spoke about it for a few minutes at the start before I started talking about myself, that's it. I didn't have a pic for this week though, and thought it'd be cool to acknowledge the indigenous peoples of Australia, whose sovereignty was never ceded, by putting the Indigenous Flag as the image this week.

I just spent a long time - maybe too long for what it is - writing a funny description here about how I got a palm spike stuck in my leg. It was in the tone of a legal deposition or whatever, and it ended with "My justice will be done." But then the fucking podcast upload thing fucked up because it's all changed and I lost the description I wrote and I'm too angry now to write another one. I just swore at my laptop and my housemate laughed at me from the other room. God fucking damn it cunt. I was doing so well.

On Friday night I watched an angry drunk get dragged, screaming out of a gig, then I went on stage and bombed straight afterwards. Later, I stole a kebab - actually it was a chicken snack pack, but whatever. The next day I fixed everything. This is my story.

Everything was going great - New Year's Eve plans were coming together, I was cooking, all of 2020's loose ends were tied up and things were finally going to get better. At 11am my girlfriend called; "Have you heard the news?"

Went to Bunnings this morning and bought a whipper snipper - or as we call 'em in the biz, a BRUSH CUTTER - to cut my lawn. I've been using lawn scissors to do it for almost a year, in what I am now convinced was a fatal misinterpretation of their original purpose. Oopsie!

Drove down to Adelaide over a few days and made a bunch of stops, saw people I haven't seen in ages, got calamari on the Limestone Coast. Feeling like the year is wrapping up quite nicely.