Standing on the corner of sixth and time for an update. Ohh, the Old 97's. Too good.

Well, we've got some good news and some mediocre news for you today, folks. Good news is I'm on the slow road to recovery. I don't sound nearly as Anne the Mannish as I did over the weekend. I'll take that as a victory. I spent most of yesterday trying to kick the remainder of said virus by walking around downtown Geelong. It being a Tuesday, which equates to no class for this kid, I took it upon myself to catch the bus into the city and do a bit of exploring. I was probably Ponce de Leon in a past life, or something like that. I really do genuinely enjoy exploring things. Anywho, into Geelong I went. Wandered around Market Square a while, invested in some lozenges, envelopes and colored pencils, then got myself a bit lost walking around. I've found that's the only real way to get acquainted with somewhere--- to just walk around until you're lost, then find your way back. Worked for me. After popping in and out of a few stores, I wandered down to the waterfront and hung out by the carousel for a stay, writing in my little black notebook and listening to sweet jams, courtesy of the Hip Hizzle. Unfortunately, this only lasted for a bit... my iPod decided to go kaputskies on me. This fares under the "mediocre news" category. Mediocre, because although I have no portable music device, it means if I send it back to the States, as per Best Buy's repair policy, I'm going to get a brand new iPod this time around. I'll take it. It's just a minor thorn in my side for now, what, with nothing to listen to when I'm out and about. We'll see what comes of it all.

Other notables from the past few days include ascertaining a "What's Your X-Files IQ?" book from the local Geelong Salvo (oh, I'm going to have fun with that one), cultivating another television addiction (I'm looking at you, Dr. Gregory House. Oh goo.), rediscovering previous online journals from high school and my freshman year at RPI (I was an insightful little twirp.), and beautiful, beautiful weather. I love this time of year, the winter-into-spring sort. Not gonna lie, though... I can't wait for it to be warm enough to swim. I'll be on the beach seven days a week.

I suppose that's all I've got for you for now. Send me mail and e-mail and comments. Give me something to occupy my time amongst my varied misdoings, adventures, and photoshop projects. History reading beckons. I must finish before spin bike/caf/coloring/HOUSE tonite with the Musketeers. So until next time... au revior, mes amis.

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