Vale Dr John Elliott
This morning while eating my toast and yoghurt, I was flicking through the Herald and found the story of Dr John Elliott, a terminally ill adopted Australian who flew to Switzerland to medically end his own life.
It wasn’t easy to read, and quite eerie to read his final letter. But I can’t help but feel total awe for this man who had such a strong conviction to put an end to his pain that he had a journalist and photographer cover it.
I hope that the article generates some controversy and discussion and helps to change some minds about the topic.
And I hope that if I ever reach that stage of my life that have the same conviction.
If this photo doesn’t make your heart explode, then you must be some kind of robot
Found through various clicks courtesy of Cute Overload.
2 days left of holidays makes me sad
- My car’s back. Mazda didn’t charge me a cent and even washed him. Score!
- I have new hair:
See? My eyes look blue-er with the copper thrown into the colour. I like my new fringe.
I tried Captivate Hair and Beauty at Stanmore Village and loved it. The whole trip was a good $80 cheaper than my old hairdresser. I’ll definitely be going back.
The Naked Aunt is still staying here. I knew that ‘a few days’ would turn into ‘at least a week, maybe 3′. Humpf.
I miss my car
Today is the 3rd day my car’s been back with Mazda. I hit a rogue concrete island in downtown Leichhardt about a month after I got the car, and the wheel alignment hasn’t been right since. I thought I got away with it when it go serviced six months ago. But I didn’t, and now that I’ve asked them to look a bit closer, they can’t work out how to fix it.
The suckiest part is that I have to walk everywhere or catch public transport. What gives?
If I haven’t been hanging around at home, I’ve been going into the city or walking down to our local village for some beautifying. I know it’s all very good for me and/or the environment to not be driving my car, but whatevs. Today it’s going to be HOT. And I want my air conditioned little car.
I don’t want to be commoner and have to walk/bus/train it everywhere.
Self-portrait Tuesday
I finally got my eyebrows fixed up after months of ignorance. They look less like hairy catepillars and my forehead is irresistibly smooth.
Tomorrow I’m getting a much-needed haircut and I’m trialing a new fringe option until then. Don’t want to be too trendy, though.
