1. Getting computer, finally, of the laptop variety. Statistics show that one out of three parents are unwilling to provide humanitarian aid for such causes, because, at age 67, they are unlikely to understand that you can't go to uni without a computer these days, and it is in fact a major part of educational expenses, which these days, parents usually provide with no questions asked. Times have changed. Dad is still at that stage where he thinks internet bank transfers mean giving your bank details to crooks and having your bank account emptied by a Nigerian conman operating from Rangoon.

2. The frequency of George's emails has increased, and I have started to hang out for the next one, which is a bad sign, because instead of enjoying it, I am addicted to it.

3. On Thursday night I saw 300 with Arnab. I crashed out not long after the Queen submits to the bad guy's manly and coercive domination, and woke up when Arnab started shaking the seat with his leg.
Kuba rang me this morning - he is in need of a companion to go see 300 tonight. As I agreed to see it with Kuba first, I am obliged to go see it again... at the IMAX. Wow. I surely won't be sleeping through this one.


5. This morning, I woke up in my own bed on a Saturday morning for the first time in ages. (Usually I wake up to the sound of Kuba's alarm at 6am every Saturday). I was therefore free to have morning dreams. Bizarre as usual, I had a dream that I became friends with the anti-social anti-Christ who lived in appartment 31, and we reminisced how I always thought he was a snob, but that now I knew better.

6. Speaking of Bangladesh, I went to a Burmese restaurant in Strathfield last night. Noone else wanted to order the deep-friend pigs intestines, so I resigned myself to stir-fried chicken, something new and revolutionary that I had never encountered before in my life. I was blown away by the depth of the cultural experience.  ¶ 10:57