Nothing beats a good sleep.

I woke up feeling like a million bucks. Off I went to Uni, grabbing my usual dosage of potato cakes and Macca's small lemonade sprite at $1:35. Today's Uni lesson was much better as we dabbled in Director 8 and battled each other out in our ritualistic playing of "Quake III Arena". "Why the fuck cant they get the damn internet up and wokring successfully at this place?" Again, like yesterday, I was happy to go home on the 5:48 Pakenham train from Spencer St to a not-so packed train.

Other than my ritualistic watching of Buffyand the comforting of my gf - the night was about uneventful as a firefighter's stay in Antartica.