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http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Littlelionessnet/~3/WZ258odiT_0/ http://littlelioness.net/?p=697 
While I was in Newcastle, I went to The Depot, a new cafe on Darby St, twice for lunch. Mostly because I hadn’t been there yet, and the first time because I was by myself on Saturday and it looked like I could tuck away at a table with a magazine and eat without being disturbed… while listening to their music that strongly fell into my tastes (Goldfrapp was playing when I got there).
I had an awesome roast vegetable salad (with the usual diet coke) with pumpkin, beetroot, chick peas, pistachios and some rocket, topped with halloumi and pesto. Oh yums! :) The waiter observed that I was in a purple mood, with purple tights, purple handbag and a new purple clip. I ate in peace and read some local music magazine. Noice :p
The next day I went with Rish and his family. Aside from them not being able to do chai to save themselves (lack of brewing in milk – came out as a tea bag, separate pot of water, server of milk – only to be sent back to be brewed in the milk – so either ask for it how you like it, or hope they will learn over time) all was reported to be yummy. My latte (above) was very cute, and very drinkable :) And the toastie was yummy and warm with a nice chili/tomato jam. I was happy anyway.
Not the ’same’ atmosphere as the Goldberg’s and the Grind on the street (with their wooden tables and chairs and French/Italian posterage), but I liked the walls and the clean industrial feel (clipboard menus are the thing I hear, I had one at dinner on Friday night, too). May or may not have been resting my head on the cork/chip board on the walls :p
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Because so many of the people I'm close to or care about or read their lj are having a tough time in one way or another. I wanted you all to know that I've been reading and thinking of you even if I haven't commented. I care. Despite what's below, if you feel the need to reach out, I am here and I will listen and provide love. For myself, I am struggling so hard atm, and it's only with work. There is so much awesome out side of it, but I can't see the forest for the huge freaking dead log in my way. *cries* I keep creating, and working and concentrating and be great with it all... patience, working hard, concentrating on being and by this point... I'm feeling exhausted. I'm feeling heart sore. I'm feeling very cynical. I'm feeling resentful. I'm feeling incompetent. That and much more in the same vein. Yet, a lot of the time I don't feel this - where all the coping and processing and working hard is succeeding... so it's not all terrible. I have power and I have choice. I'm sure I do. I just seem to have to work at not only remembering this, but actively engaging and using this power and making choices. This holding pattern? Is not pretty. I'd like to move on now please. Things I'd do tomorrow if I wasn't the person responsible for the household finances atm: - resign. - take time off till going to Brisbane in August. - Go to Brisbane in August - and move there for 3-6 months. - Wander down to Sydney for 3-6 months. - Wander down to Melbourne 3-6 months. Or possibly in another order - no idea, but it's the current wishful plan. (I say wishful because firm plans, there are none). I could do this anyway, but I don't want to try and be covering two households... or a household plus me separately. At least I am 5 steps closer to choosing my units for this semester coming. Current Location: home in bed
Mr Flibble is:  stressed
Rockabilly skank?: nil
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retreat!
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