The number of forms I have to fill in is rubbish. Why can't these systems be telepathic already?

This morning was more free than normal, so I had a bit of a lie in before my portfolio presentation at 11am. Then lunch, now my room, workshops in a few minutes. My day is planned and organised, totally unlike the rest of this week. I have this impending feeling of dread about something, but I'm not sure what it is yet. Hopefully I am just been a paranoid fool, and infact I am on the cusp of a lottery win or something instead.

Hall photo tonight. We are trying to organise something to wear, but this is proving difficult to say the least. When your mates have about as much creative talent as, well, a bunch of sport scientists, then you're well and truly screwed. I'm sure we'll sort something out in time.

I watched Team America World Police last night. To be honest I wasn't that impressed, and struggled to see the point of the movie. Was it meant to be cynical about everything? Could they not have put some more good humour in it? One or two lines and some subliminal meanings were good, but on the whole I didn't think it was worth watching again.

It's Fiona's party at the Medicine Bar tomorrow night and I'm going down there with Jono who has been asked to DJ for the evening. I'm not entirely sure how sane my sister is; as far as I'm aware asking a single DJ to produce a seven and a half hour set is, even by the most generous of standards, a little... erm... heavy. I think we have negotiated something a lot more civilised now, but I am still unsure how the night will pan out as Jono has still not found out whether he can use his laptop kit or not. We are assuming yes for the moment (Groove Armada are playing next week and we can't believe there isn't going to be some decent kit about) but if not, there will be a minor problem/heart attack.

Q: Do I go out tonight? A: To be decided.

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