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I went to church tonight. I love Belrose. Everyone is so nice. Steve did a talk that I didn't understand at all. It was about faith and mysteries that stop being mysteries. Except I'm not sure what the mystery was. He talked about why some people don't seem to understand the simplicity of Jesus no matter how hard you beat their heads against the wall. That's me I reckon. I really want to understand it, but I've been trying really hard ever since I can remember, and most of it still makes no sense to me. Everyone else talks about it like it's so straight-forward. All these people I respect so much are sure it's important. And it feels so important. But I just don't get it.

Robert and I had a top game of frisbee on top of the carpark. It didn't work that well, but it was a very evocative location.

We're also trying to stop being cynical. We're giving money to charity for every time we're cynical. I have to give money to Fusion, because I'm normally so cynical about that. It's so hard. I had no idea how cynical I am. Well, I knew. But I didn't realised how often I made smart-arse cynical comments out loud. It's way heaps. I owe about $10 I think from one night. Not good at all.

And Lauren is a total champion.

I can't wait for this poverty budget to be over. It sucks bad. Except I'll probably get to the end and decide I should keep on doing it. Because I really really should.