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I have a deeply cynical friend, who I like to SMS with some of the unusual thoughts that go through my addled mind - usually around 3am. Some of those smses included:

"I have a jellybean up my nose!" [fact]

"How long does it take to boil down an adult male corpse?" [writing research - I think the answer was 24 hours; when my friend recovered from his surprise, he found out for me]

And lately. . .

"Guess what! My car was totalled today. Don't worry; I'm fine." [fact]

And. . .

"I feel really stressed and poor. So I've decided to move house to somewhere that costs twice as much." [fact]

Tomorrow I move house. I think it's the eleventh time this year, but I'd have to think pretty carefully to make sure. It's been a thrilling year. If things had gone to plan, tomorrow's move would be the second this year. It's so silly that the cause of so much pain this year may now be the antidote.

The share house I'm in now (and for the last four months) is great. I'm amused and pleased to have finally lived in a place with. . . stuff I don't want to mention in case someone gets arrested. Let's just say that there was sex and there was rock and roll (a teen band practises here), and leave it at that.

Of the four other people living here (and the hosts of partying 14-16 year olds), there are none that I dislike. That's really unusual. I'm very easily disturbed by other people's misery, so luckily this is a very calm and happy house. But not quite calm enough for me - so I've decided to move into a place of my own.

To be perfectly fair, right now there is a family of four living in the room next to mine (none of whom speak English). Someone else has recently had a serious break-up, another has been expelled, and I think my cat has somehow imbibed some. . . rock and roll.

But I maintain that if I was sane, moving house would be insanity. This might be the most exciting house I've lived in, but it's also (in an odd way) the most serene.

But, I'm going.

I will also be tripling my paid work this term - which is interesting given I think that my car accident earlier this year (the one that was my fault, and cost about 10% of my income to fix their stupid bumper) was a result of doing too much work. I figure that since I suck at the hassles of everyday life and blossom in times of crisis, I should just create a crisis and ride it out. Tripling my workload should meet the bill nicely. Also I'm way, way ahead on my weekly writing quote (twenty hours), because I used the school holidays to do over one hundred hours of sweet delicious writing.

Hopefully, the continuing buzz from all that writing will sustain me until I get wildly rich (by which I mean paying off some of my $13,000 of debt). Best of all, I will get to play house in my OWN place.

Huzzah!