Sickness
Air conditioning sucks. After sitting through two hours of classes and then heading off to the freezing State Library, I’ve got a cold. A constantly-throat-clearing, vague-nose-dripping cold. It blows.
By the way, Gate wins the first place in the “sending me something” contest. You didn’t know we were playing, but we were. I clearly love him more than the rest of you now. Sorry. Technically, he was beaten by Commonwealth Bank, but I’m going to let it slide.
Jesus, I need to spend more time in the Genealogy Dept of the State Library, but I’m so tired.
There was something I was going to write about more specifically, but my brain has died. This level of writing execution is what brain death looks like. Ironically, it’s much like my regular writing.
Oh maybe it was things in the news. David Hicks make any news today or yesterday? How about Zimbabwe? The NYT has almost no coverage of the situation there - what with the beatings, etc. of the opposition; even Murdoch’s paper (The Australian) is all over it down here.
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