10:52 Tuesday Night   To Escape He likes it when I sing. He likes it when I hug him. He likes it when I kiss him. He likes it when I dance. He likes it when I cook. He likes it when I clean. He likes it when I draw. He likes it when I do physics. He likes it when I talk. He likes me. He loves me. I like his offtune singing. I like his squeezy hugs. I like his tender kisses. I like his crazy dancing. I like his experimental cooking. I like his wifely cleaning. I like his stick figure drawings. I like his work ethic. I like his gravelly voice. I like him. I love him. I went out with Arina tonight. We went to see some short films by new zealand directors at the Art Gallery. How's THAT for obscure? Sitting at this computer terminal, about a metre away from him, I look down for some reason and I see a drawing. It's a very impressive doodle, it looks like a leaf, or a feather. with a circle in the middle. I can only assume it's his brother's doing. His brother is the artist in the family. Nath's work is framed and hung around the house. It's awesome. I'm jealous. I got a job at CFR, I start in January. I'm so stoked. I'm coming back. It's too great here for me not to.