1380.0

does not equal nine-o’clock in the evening. How I managed to even think this I have no idea. My clock is functioning fine, I am not. Anyway, it’s nearly tomorrow, not 10pm. I need a reset switch and/or new batteries.

Thought history

Oh dear. I just tried pressing Ctrl + Z in LyX to remember an idea I’d forgotten. Insert quite plausible theories about time-of-day influence upon consciousness here. At least it’s a fun essay to write. Could be a tired-kind-of-fun, though, and I’m actually writing crap. We’ll see.

1.30am McCafé coffee = quite bearable and never running out (this cup has lasted for so long, seriously). This post brought to you by computers, caffiene, guarana, Toblerone, and the letter P (for procrastination). Oh and by the way, the eye in the last post was me this afternoon just before coffee #1 for the day. I imagine it may take a rather different appearance on next viewing…

Eye

Watch out COFA

Education at Usyd is impinging upon your territory of finger painting, etc.! This is in a common primary/secondary/human-movement course, too!

Muwahahaha! (No this is not rigged… he drew two trees, left, then a sun and moon, top right, then proceeded to draw a few different stars. All very nice… and it was all relevant!)

Baal?

Yes, that is in the middle of the Quad building. (Yes, it is taken at night… 9.20ish). No, this doesn’t happen every night, but even so… there was some kind of musical performance going on in the Great Hall and all I could think of was that it was some strange kind of cult gathering! All very strange.