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Ahh, my first day of freedom, how sweet it feels. Its close enough to today feeling like today, even at 3am, that I am going to put up a little piccie now while I still have a scanner and all. Since I’m up anyway, I really might as well. This was written at three am.

The rest of this, however, is written now, at a far more appropriate time of day. 11:42am. Now in Sydney, and readjusting to a ‘proper’ keyboard after being forced by my warden into a life of servitude to an ergonomic monstrosity after he ruthlessly murdered it to give me fair warning of my place. I want Squishy II back…

Yes, I am rambling. I blame lack of sleep. And exposure to emo music. Therefore, tis probably best that I do not continue on my rambling path, lest I unknowingly lead myself into a land of rambling doom. Rambling doom is one of the worst type of dooms. Right beside the doom with the mooses. Mmmm… damned moose burger. Tasty tasty. Oh lord, make the insanity stop…

Oh, by the way, my quick three am squiggle ia named Jim. He’s awesome. He smells like daisies and kicks like a mule when he does his super-awesome-judo-moves to impress the ladies.

FYI: Lack of assignments to have to do = awesome!