23^rd November 2002

It’s 3am. Saturday morning. I am tired. I’ve just woken up from a nap at 2am.

Work calls, like how my site needs new buttons. While the black chalkboard buttons stand starkly on my pages, I scurry around looking for new alternatives.

Everything is moving at a blinding speed. Exciting and dizzying, often I find myself gasping for air.

A sense of relief and worry has taken over the spot doubt and sourceless depression was nestled in last few weeks. Is this a good thing? I wonder.

Liberating news – Monash allows student exchange programs to it’s partner and foreign campuses (e.g uk). And if I can avoid going to Australia altogether, hey why not? I’m a hypocritical cow, jersey spots and all.

Fast becoming mossie feed, I sit here pondering on a few things. Do I:-

1)      Work on site?

2)      Plan next month’s food feature?

3)      Go back to sleep, away from these winged bloodsuckers.

4)      Satisfy my rumbling tummy.

 Whatever it is. I ought get away from this seat now before I become supper for the flock (whatever u call them mossies).

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