Wednesday, September 27, 2006 // 2:23 AM

Today was fun, in a very mundane, teenager-ish sort of way. Driving down to the airport in Alethia's van to see Kinyip off, and back down again, with the radio playing, Alethia's week-old driving. The van you could store with equipment at the back, big enough for band equipment, drums and amps and wired up guitars. I like the homely touches, the carpet on the floor, the Ikea cushions, how we aren't allowed to wear our shoes inside. Though at first I felt like cargo, or some animal being spirited away to a quick demise.

Kinyip in his penguin suit, Terence and his retard sense of humour, his Tracie the Triceratops. Me and my lousy banana chocolate muffin, that I will sing to, instead of eating, stick my nose into the warm white paper bag. Laugh and talk about everything, nothing; I want to stand there in front of the information board and watch the panels flip. Philadelphia, Bahrain, Shanfhai instead of Shanghai.

I feel like a child, grabbing greedily at these moments and feeling the need to store them up. As if for winter.