So, 2 hrs of sleep last night, a FULL day since 6.30am, including a soccer game (we won 3-1, go us), and now an assignment to write...

I simply could not sleep. Lay awake/semi-awake for over 2 hours before deciding I may as well do something. Went and got Weekend Australian...read this article and then fell asleep... There were things I thought about mentioning, but you can read them for yourself *if* anyone reads this. Suffice to say there are some things about that Wolfowitz character I just gosh-darned can't reconcile with for pete's sake! okay... I don't like. Please excuse the sleep deprivation 'humour'.

I ate an orange at the game (soccer), but there were no bins at the field, so I brought the rind home with me to throw away. After getting inside I collect the bits of orange rind in my hand, and in the three steps to the bin think, "Ah, throw these rinds in the bin, throw these clothes in the clothes basket and take a shower."

I then threw the orange rinds into my clothes basket... Yes, in the split second as my hand made the underhanded release motion, I knew what I was about to do, but could do nothing about it. My mind protesting at the insanity of it all, yet unable to stop my hand from releasing them into flight...

So I gently picked orange rind out of my clothes basket in the hope none would disappear further into the abyss.

note to self:

do not lie down on bed for a quick bit of shuteye, or you will wake up tomorrow morning with, amazingly, less time do your assignment than you have now...

really though, the new blog when I do it will be, like, so cool