ARGH.

it's 5.09 am. i have just completed reflective journal entries #1 and 3 for Persuasive communication.

that leaves the resume to be done. problem is, i know jack about doing up a resume. i don't even know how to do type the funky letter e with the little dash on top. and i'm dying. the red bull is wearing off, and the bed next to me is emitting a strange magnetism that draws my head to the pillow. gravity is pulling my eyes shut and making my hand stick to the keyboard.

the rest of my comrades valiantly struggling with their assignments now would agree greatly with this statement.

"there is no day or night for a poly student."









resistance is futile. you will be assimilated. all your base are belong to us. do or do not, there is no try.

there is no spoon...





and nothing else to scoop up, for that matter.

if i disappear tomorrow, and i'm uncontactable, and anybody reads this, i'm in a better place..























......lala land.