losing the plot

first in best dressed as they say! so, first to know where you'll be living, although i do not have an inkling of what geographically it means! and i am sure that i will be lagging way behind on the list of people who will actually visit you! i shan't be coming this year, but will certainly try to next year. will you still be there? maybe, if i'm waiting till then, you will have had the opportunity of coming to visit here in melbourne? or we could meet up somewhere closer to this part of the world? remember how well you loved it here? melbourn'es colour is changing though. the beautiful picturesqueness of it is slowly being gobbled up by more and more tall grey apartment blocks which look the same and when they do try to look different they are ugly. it's becoming ugly. and the economy is becoming ugly too, more and more like singapore's. it's becoming another sydney. i think i'm ready for a change. the days of my personal life are going very well though, as you shall find out when i call you. i feel very very contented now and i wonder all the time what's coming round the corner. i think part of my contentment comes from the fact that i'm not driving in to work anymore, and don't hav ethe radio on and can't listen to the news and life is on the whole busier at nights so i don't crash in front of the telly and watch the always depressing news broadcasts. for a while i was very angry about all that's going on in theworld. but what's the use of being angry? like you say i'm a lazy ass! not like i will change anything by worrying! just live life to the best i can and fuck the rest of them. i think i still get angry when i think about things. i really hate the world when i think about it. this letter is losing the plot. the plot was to tell you i miss you and i shall be calling you sometime next week, will try to make it mornings but i think that will be hard... are nights good or bad? i'm thinking around eleven or so your time, which would make it a bright and early seven or so mine...