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Birthday breakfasts. The only time four people who all hate the Coffee Club can agree to go there.

Why is that? Any one of us individually would never have chosen this place, yet here we are, ordering from the menu that hasn't changed much in the last decade.Eggs Benedict or the Big Breakfast.

Given a choice S and I would be down at Denim, eating the rich cakes and drinking expensive coffees. But the presentation there is beautiful - you get a purple-tipped grass stalk and chocolate swizzles with every overpriced cake slice. And I'd imagine S's mum would be at The Shingle Inn in the city. S's bro, D, mutters that the Toowong Coffee Club is dirty - "There's mould under the glasses", so I don't think he'd have chosen this place.

Do we all assume the others want to go there because we think the CC is some kind of good compromise? But how can a compromise site arise from four people liking four different cafes, none of which is CC?

Or is it that CC is the average of all our likes. Or just average in general. I guess there's a big market in that. In not offering what an individual likes, instead offering a place that meets the expected expectations of a group of people.

Hells, shaking as I write this. Used this morning, a paltry 70, and only halves in that. My gabo shower on moan's birfday has had ramifications. And this heat, ah, this heat.

The lass received fifty bucks from her brother in lieu of a gift. Given that I recently lost my iTouch to the local hocky, I guess this was a smart move. Of course, the irony is, if he'd known she used, he would never have been crass enough to give the most useful gift to a junkie - cash. So by not coming out, she is treated as she wishes. Coming out would make life more difficult as family would filter their every action and word against "the struggle".

Phone calls would be made, late at night, from empty flats - "Is it okay to give her cash yet?"

"I don't think so - better not to tempt her".

And so a particularly useless gift would be given by a person not used to giving anything but cash. Something not easily exchangeable for money, if they put some thought into it.

I shake, I sweat. I wonder whether we will last until tomorrow with that fifty. I have the germ of a plan to hit our friend R up for a 120, 50 cash down. Of course this will leave us exposed on Sunday, but we're used to suffering on Sunday's, that's the nature of this life. Saturday should be the last using day, the last chance to feel our brand of human. It's just wrong to feel like this on a Saturday arvo.

So I head to S's, knowing that if I feel this way, S will be worse off, having been in her family's bosom for seven hours straight. Always the first to suggest scoring, I go to hers knowing what will happen.

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I should mention that I started using and reqading on Spry today. A little late I know. My first, two minute job was making the sreet art image on the home page shake upon a hover. So easy. Java's power without knowing java. Methinks I will like more of Spry. Very Web 2.0...A little late yes but still useful.

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