I went to my 2:30 appointment at Perth Inner City Mental Health clinic today. After talking for an hour I was given a pamphlet with telephone numbers of emergency shelters. After that I was given an injection of medicine mixed with hand cream. The hand cream was put in the syringe because I am a member of the Australian Labor Party and the Irish Protestant nurse was a stupid murderer. Due to my survival and need for milk to make coffee I went back to the city in the evening. It was amusing, I was considered famous by some of the people going about their business. Others commented on how tough I was, even my Mum was mentioned, apparently my calling her and telling her about the assassination attempt was found amusing. I have a splitting headache and want to vomit and am not sure if I will survive till morning but I have high hopes. Even if I do die in my sleep then I can still pretend to be an air plane and what better place is there to do that than heaven?

I'm in Perth. Hermanna has room for my suitcase till March. I want to continue my study at the University of Western Australia but if I can't find a bed in Perth I will follow her to Adelaide. Maybe mid-year I'll be able to study at a University there. I feel recovered from mental illness and have been eating a spoon of shilajit every morning. It tastes like a cross between soy sauce and vegemite and has a good medicinal reputation. I am under pressure to find housing for myself and my income is too low to afford rent. I can always pretend I am an airplane.