As seems to regularly be the case, the only thing that's constant is change. Briony is hanging out in sunny San Francisco for three months, we have moved out of our apartment in Gladesville and I'm back to AWP'ing defenceless Radiophysicists from my old bedroom in Marsfield. I've also gotten my act together and I'm working in the film biz.

I'm learning a lot, very quickly. The whole film-making process is a lot more measured and slower than I had previously imagined. The amount of work that goes into short, isolated segments of film is truly staggering.

The pace of film-making, however, is positively harefooted compared to the glacial pace of pedestrian commuters in the morning. In a vain attempt to squeeze some extra exercise in the day, I walk just over 3kms from the bus at QVB to work, near Fox Studios.

The morning routine involves getting off the bus on York street, and colliding with a giant group of people who are, for all intents and purposes, standing still. I think that they're slowly moving somewhere, perhaps hoping to be propelled only by molecular-scale Brownian motion. All I can hear is the moans and limp shuffling of undercaffeinated zombies, somehow occupying the entire pavement in an insidious, dozy mass.

It's not like I'm late or anything. I just don't like to shuffle - I can't do it, its too hard.

There's no concept of keeping to one side. Recent studies have shown that deceased mammals outpace most people in and around Town Hall around 8am on weekdays. It's enough to make one go a little postal.