September 10

This week marked by a lucky escape from avian flu after sharing my lunch with the Chatswood pigeons and the onset of study panic at about 2 o clock this morning: to add to this I am complicating my life by making bizarre plans B-Z re: what to do if Marcinski doesn't have his visa by November. Caffeine is back on the cards as my one true and faithful love and I am sitting in the library palpitating and grinding my teeth while indulging megalomaniac fantasies sponsored by Campos, and last night I had a flood dream brought on by hurricane Katrina. Now away hame to drink beer and depilate for a garden party celebrating Nathans thirtieth birthday.