When I say dry streak, I mean I don't wash my hands.

It was the weekend today, AND YESTERDAY. What joy ! I went to some club in Cabramatta or something for my friends dads birthday. Which is cool cos that means drinking, which in turn means whacked stories about firing people because they smelt like shit, and being able to ask for any amount of money to waste on pinball machines. Afterwards I ventured back to my friend's house. His name is Josh. He plays harmonica and collects knives. I learnt a massively cool card trick. Then I spent today writing music I might use for our next music assessment and failblog/bash.org-ing. Twas good.

Country fair is next weekend. I'm actually half-excited for once. Me and Daniel have agreed o meet up early and buy Batman walkie-talkies before some undeserving children lay their hands on them. Then me might try stalk Mr. Peck if he's there. WEAR YOUR CUBINATOR SHIRT DANIEL. Yeah.