This week felt like it went for a year. Hey, remember that time, last year? That was Monday. Oh. On Monday, class finished real early. So then I had all this time to kill. I went to the city, ate some Japanese food by myself. It's strange eating in a restaurant by yourself. I read my book. Then I had a coffee. Then I went to South Melbourne where I wandered around and then met Anthony and consumed some pints of beer. Home late (for a Monday). It was good to catch Ant though, it had been a while. Then Tuesday and Wednesday happened and then on Thursday night I went to see Ben Folds at the Palais. It was great. Missy Higgins came out and played some drums and sang a bit too. Folds played a couple of new songs which were particularly ace and 'Bitches Ain't Shit' went off. Friday I was meant to pitch a doco idea but time ran out so I didn't.

'The Thin Blue Line' (1988) directed by Errol Morris

Pretty interesting documentary about a murder case. The story unfolds very much like a courtroom drama, told through interviews and re-enactments. It's quite engrossing as the narrative moves closer and closer to the startling truth.