Note to self: You are not a good gambler

Yeah well, I had a good time anyway. I can totally see how that shit would be addictive. There were signs up everywhere for a gamblers anon. hotline. haha.

Anyway, back in the library, Chifley as always takes me in his lovin' arms... *sigh* This is actually getting a bit sick, I think that's about enough of the Chifley metaphor.

Don't have too much to report. Gotta finish a poetry portfolio and a short story (20 f-ing pages is hardly short, but hey I guess it depends on your definition), and uh, yeah, that's incredibly-boringly it.

Gorgeous day today. And I promise I'll have cuddly koala pictures up soon!