Cancer is a funny old thing. I remember being terrified of it when I was younger, I remember it being used in popular culture of the time, the cure for cancer was hailed as our holy grail. Who’d have thought that 15 years later I’d have a partner diagnosed with it who’s getting better..? It kind of makes you reevaluate yourself, your friends, the way you interact with people and your surroundings. For him, it’s made him realise he’s far more capable of many things than he’d previously given himself credit for. The same goes for me, I think. I’m about to embark on a new chapter in my life — something I’d not have thought myself capable of a few years ago. It’s going to be interesting and fun. It’s going to be hard, but what in life that’s worth doing isn’t, frankly? I might fuck it up, but I also might not fuck it up...if that’s the only thing holding me in check then it’s a silly thing. I’ve realised that a lot of the time I’m scared of things because of how I’ve reacted in the past to them. I’ve also come to learn that I’m not quite the same person I was back then. I’m better at things. I’m less reliant on bad habits to get me through bad times. Overall this is good. As for Liam, he still has a ways to go, but everything so far is positive. His cancer is unnoticeable, whereas a month ago it was almost the size of a kidney. He’s not doing too badly all things considered and we’re both cautiously optimistic that everything will be fine in another two months. TJ is moving out, he’s moving upstairs to another flat. This gives me the opportunity to do something with the flat I’ve wanted to do for a long time, namely have a guest room/music room/computer room/photography room all in one. I’m looking forward to moving things around somewhat. And I’m looking forward to us hosting joint parties spanning 5 floors of the block of flats. He gets the better view though, grr. We’ve been overdoing it on smoothies a little. TJ’s mum bought him a blue-LED-encrusted smoothie maker for christmas which has led to us consuming a full 1/5th of East London’s fruit supplies creating smoothie concoctions my the bucketload. Immense fun. Last night was Orange, cherry, apple and mango. I also bought fish cooking bags from M&S — so cooked mackerel in them with broccoli, artichoke hearts, onions, garlic, green beans and asparagus tips. Seal, pop in the oven for an hour or so and instant (fsvo instant) gorgeousness. Dee came to visit with my grandparents and 2/3rds of the kids yesterday. Her laptop was being poorly and Oli’s PC is broken (again). I’m going to put Windows 7 on it for him. That should terrify him enough to not break it the next time. Pottered around Canary Wharf, slowly making an immense mess in Café Rouge and then taking in the sights of Boots and Waitrose fish department for the afforementioned mackerel. Max helped me shopping, chose the fish and then decided that he really wanted to get scanned by the nice checkout lady’s barcode reader, much to her surprise. Watched Dark City again. I’d bought it on Blu Ray. Most pretty. I’ve not seen it in such a shockingly long time that I was somewhat surprised by how many films preceeding it had paid homage to it. Near the end, I spotted a scene that Darren Aronofsky had mirrored almost exactly in Requiem for a Dream. This intrigued me, so I had a bit of an IMDB splurge and discovered that sets, rooftops and buildings were reused in the Matrix, a year later and it has been referenced in films through X-Men through Be Kind Rewind. That and the beauty of Bladerunner completed my weeken