low

there's a song on my ipod that begins

lent you my favourite dictionary
came back with ripped out pages
...
you can't trust violence

which makes me happy.

not just tired, but exhausted.

So I was going to write something about (finally) reading dracula, but it took way too long to work out that no, emilly, you can't put a five on a jack, it just ain't going to work. Perhaps there is indeed a limit to the number of evenings in a week i can get home at 1am and get to work at 9am. If so, regrettably, that limit is two in a row. Weak.
I may finish the other update, who knows! I will mean too, if that's enough.
I mean, it's taken days for me even to try and find a link to a news story proving I wasn't just hearing stuff about deakin cancelling o-week next year. I wasn't really, Kezza heard it too, but that's not enough proof for my well brought up & deakin educated writing things down self. But this time, it'll just have to be, cause i can't be bothered looking any more.