I feel like going camping.

I don't know, I'm in an odd sort of mood. I feel like getting every movie I love and all the movies I want to see, and just sitting down in one of those awesome round cushion chairs-

 -And just chilling out for however long it takes to get through all those movies.

But I also feel like camping, but I don't know anyone close by who has a car and who would want to go camping. I really just feel like sleeping in my swag, with the smell of the fire and the coldness that has suddenly appeared in the Cairns night.

I seem to only work on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays now, so every week I have this huge gap of 4 days empty, with nothing really to do except clean my house and waste my life.

It's Mother's Day today, and I bought her a book by her favourite author that I found in a second hand store, seeing as all the book stores in Cairns don't seem to stock Robert G Barrett. I also cooked her a mean breakfast, and my brother stole some roses from the neighbors' garden down the road, as is his weekly routine. To make this occasion special, he stole more than usual. Mum was impressed.

Anyway, weird moods aren't too good, seeing as they can change from a nice weird to an uncomfortable unwanted weird in a matter of minutes, and I think that just happened. I'm missing about three different people very badly right now, and all of them live over an hour away from me. 

I feel like eating a croissant.