It's my blog, I can whine if I want to. .
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Had a terrible weekend. Failling meds are making life unpleasantly interesting.

Just in case things weren't already interesting enough, Ernie (visualise Gluttony from Fullmetal Alchemist with a smaller mouth, scraggley hair, a baggy grey track suit and less charm and inteligence) in the flat above has escalated his campaign against me (you really don't want to know what his latest trick is). To date he has; been continually rude to Mon; watered my mail (also expected parcels have failed to arrive, has he been stealing them?) ; setting the sprinkler under my washing so frequently that now I do all my washing at Mon's place; putting the sprinkler under Mon's engine bay when she visits; stomping past my flat at all hours peering inside; causing the appearence of dead urine scented patches of grass along the side of my flat; really bad music really loud possibly with the speakers face down on the floor as you can bearly hear the music outside (there has even been hammond organ music while he has been out, is he taking tips from Feathers McGraw?); A campaign of lies and false rumours about everyone who has ever lived there at the same time as him (admittedly this caused me to wonder what he told other people about me but I decided to credit them with inteligence greater than that of George Doubleya and didn't let it worry me), no longer a problem since we havn't been on speaking terms since he abused Mon; Stomping around his flat at all hours of the night like a mobile earthquake knocking over furniture (mind you, that could just be because he is a huge clumsy fuckwit); other petty stuff.

Went to the real estate to file a complaint, unfortunately no other coplaints exist. People tolerate him and then leave. They said go to the police. The cops reccon that while it is pushing the envelope what he is doing is not actually criminal. Aparently unless he actually assaults me or threatens me to my face or causes property damage he can get away with it. They said it was the agent's responsibility and suggested I move out. Went back to real estate, they suggested getting others in block to complain if they have problems.

After the real estate agent I went to the zoo. Fortunately it was just on the start of the morning break and only the IT guy was in the library. He asks me how I am and like a big sook I burst into tears. Wonderful eh. However the day at the zoo took my mind off things and things started looking up.

After I got home I went for a walk to the river and fed the turtles ducks and eels half a loaf of bread. There were masses of them it was pretty cool, so many that sometimes they were pushed right out of the water by those below.

At about six I finally went and introduced myself to the people in the flat next door, admittedly they have been there a few months already and apart from the occasional hello I had never spoken to them. Nice people, aparently whenever Ernie talks to them I get a mention. It would seem that I am evil incarnate and it is only a matter of time before he takes to me with a baseball bat (he even showed them the bat). He also claimed to have a gun but this is a s hard to believe as his many other stotries. Fortunately they could see that he was full of shit so I was not sent fleeing, pursued by pitchfork and torch wielding locals. They have been having trouble with him too. He aparrently sits on his steps naked and sexually harasses the women. He also verbally abused a guest of the people in flat 4 and when they responded in kind he called the police. Of course he waited until the guest had left to do this. Fortunately the police saw that he was "Wrong in the head" and let things go. Potential allies there then.

The girl upstairs has only just moved in so has yet to suffer from his attentions apart from the naked on the steps episodes (surely there's laws aginst that kind of thing).

At one stage While they were inside getting more drinks Ernie came walking down the street towards home. I decided to have a word and placed myself in his projected path. He immediately lumbered to the other side of thestreet and kept heading up the road, did a u turn in the distance came back and snuck through the carport and rushed upstairs. I should point out at this stage that I have never threatened him or even spoken to him with a raised voice. Also refrained from any revenge schemes whatsoever, apart from my current campaign to get him evicted which could more accurately be classed as self defence.

Stayed talking to the neighbors and drinking rum until after 9:00 then went home to watch media watch feeling much better.

Today I wasn't feeling too bad and headed off to the zoo. Within a couple of hours I was curled up in a corner shaking and had to be driven home by the library aide. Yay me. Made an appointment yesterday to see my doctor. She is great and understanding and caring etc (and bulk bills) and I followed her from her previous practice. She did a great deal to help me get my pension and has also seen me at my worst and can therefore understand my condition better than another doctor might. Unfortunately her greatness is no secret so she is booked solid for the next fortnight. So it goes

This afternoon I shall be putting up an Ernie proof fence to protect the side of my flat from his depredations. Hopefully sometime soon my troubles with that sick, sad, stupid, scrofulous sack of shit will be over.

Q:How do I explain what's been going on without sounding whiney? .

A:I don't. Let's just say that depression sucks and I still havn't seen my doctor about possible changes in medication.

Un the up side

I spent Oz day long weekend on the island and it rained a lot so the creeks were flowing. Which meant that it was possible to spend all day staying cool in the water with minimal risk of jellyfish stings. The threat of a tropical low nececitated a triphome with Mon to batton down in case of a cyclone or sever storm (neither of which happened). The trips back and forth in the ferry allowed us to watch the suffering of some people grow progressively more queazy as the voyages progressed. In my spiteful way I was able to garner some enjoyment from thier discomfort and the thought that Downsville Oz day celebtations might be ruined by a day of unrelenting torrential rain.

Turned 37 with the aquisition of some nice loot. And cake.

Rolingstone creek is also nice for fighting the heat.

Worf showed next door's kitten who was the boss when it came inside and started eating his food. Good for his self esteem, maybe I shouldn't have rescued it.

Went back to the zoo and worked like a bastard for the first couple of weeks getting things organised. The librarian was off sick when the newest little animals came in to borrow and since there was just me there despite my lack of qualifications I gave thier first library lessons. It felt surprisingly good.

So far I have only made one of the animals cry this year ("Borrowing doesn't start until next week" "But I need ....." "I havn't even entered all of the student details yet" "But but but, whine,try for sympathy angle " "You can borrow on monday" "But, boo hoo"etc).

Had a discussion with the librarian about how being shouty at the beginning of the year would hopefully lead to the need for less shouting as the year progressed. I admit to being somewhat sceptical (Now if you don't mind, I have some other bits of shouting I've got to do).

I still find it amazing (though thanks to Seneca not so annoying) that the animals can be looking at you and appear totally attentive but not take in a single thing that you are saying to them.

Wierd Qld state school system means we lost a keeper on day 8 despite the next day gaining more animals than we had lost over the previous 8 days. Internal politics meant that the better keeper who had more seniority but who spoke her mind was the one who left. And of course this meant new class lists from the reshuffle meaning redoing some of the work I had done.

Valentines day: Red clothing day at the zoo. Evening picnic at the strand with Mon and Morgan and bacon and egg pie. Morgan had earlier pointed out that we were going to be eating within sight of the place Mon and I first met in person (the fishing pier, easter sunday 2003).

Other stuff happened but at the moment I cannot recall what.