I was going to write a lengthy diary entry tonight. Something deep from the heart. Something that would break the mould of all previous diary entries. Something thought provoking, stimulating, earth-shattering. A wake-up call to people everywhere. Something that could rock the foundations of western society. Something that could properly mark the beginning of the 21st century with thoughts and ideas so revolutionary that the human race could make a great leap forward.

But I can’t think of anything that clever.

Another weekend has vanished into nothingness. My time seems to be like my money at the moment – I don’t know where it all goes. But maybe that’s the point of the weekend: to rest from the rigours of the week.

At least my toes have almost recovered from last weeks’ bumping, although I managed to hit them against the very same piece of door frame on Friday. I must be getting clumsy. Or perhaps the house needs remodelling.

On Sunday I did manage to get into the city for a couple of hours to enjoy the sunshine. The last time I ventured into the city on my lonesome, I ran into my old friend and ex-colleague Mick. This time, I didn’t. I did see thousands of other people, but to my knowledge I didn’t know any of them. Ah well.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.