Tuesday, 12 June 2018

5:15 AM


5:15 AM.
I don’t know what time it is, but Mark Knopfler is repeating in my skull. I don’t think I’ve gotten more than two hours sleep per night for the last week. I’ve got too many deadlines in too short a space of time. I’m having new ideas and no ideas. I find myself working on articles when all I am supposed to be doing is pitching an idea and writing pitches when they want an article. Thankfully, a few accept multiple submissions, so I can combine my efforts. I need the internet at home. I’m procrastinating as I write this. I need 10,000 words and supporting evidence in a month today. I need four pitches and five articles by the end the month. I need sleep.
Watched Trump and Kim yesterday. That fucked one of my stories. Have to change the whole first half. Can’t decide on the others. They all need to be finished. Which one do I think is the best to be turned into a book proposal?
Now Scott Morrison is talking shit again on the news channel. At least he doesn’t talk to people as if they’re simpletons, well, not as much Turnbull anyway. Still looks smug though, because he knows he’s lying but people will still have to vote for someone and if you appeal to smug bastards like yourself that someone could be you.
Now Turnbull is on. Child Abuse Royal Commission response. Abuse, notice the way he says it? Resolute, that’s my favourite. Accepting 104 of 122 recommendations. What are you rejecting?    
“Our children must be kept safe.”
Except for those affected by the eighteen you don’t want a bar of. Now the AG is having a go, I can’t remember the new one’s name – he looks too much like Dan Tehan. Oh shit, Tehan’s there and now he’s speaking, this is fucking weird. Two Tehans One room. Turnbull Stuck in the Middle. Which one’s The Clown and which is The Joker? Christian, that’s it, Christian Porter. Thanks PM. Probably the most useful thing you’ll say all day.
Porter explains the eighteen. Apparently, he has to negotiate with the States. Convenient. Now you have someone else to blame. How can Turnbull pronounce ‘U’ correctly when he says ensuring but over pronounces it in every other multi syllable word?
Good Question Probyn. Huawei, cheeky fuckers trying to spy on The Solomon Islands. Now Turnbull takes a question from a male journalist over a female. Cabinet anyone? Overall reaction to Trump and Kim, satisfied. Old Trumpy is having a ‘Red Hot Go in his way’. And Turnbull called Shorten a sycophant. Which he probably is, but I sense a bit of pot and kettle going on here.
Finally, they’re gone.
Apparently, Shinzo Abe wants to have a chat with Kim. Probably because Trump didn’t bring up the kidnapped Japanese.
Now another Chinese company wants to buy some of our infrastructure. APA. Gas Pipelines. We’re already well on the way to selling our ports and agricultural land, why not our energy networks?
Gave up on News. Smoked joint. Finished Beer. Curled up on the couch. Didn’t sleep. Ate Eggs and Beans on Toast. Opened Beer. Smoked Joint. Shower. Beer. Joint. The Pub should be open now.
Internet. Submit. Submit another one. Beer.
Sleep.
Repeat.

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