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Ugh. I went outside yesterday about 6-ish to get some fresh air, and the guy in the room next to me was outside having a beer. He asked me to join him for one, and since I couldn't think of a reason not to, I said yes.

Three beers, three rums and three cups of Bailey's later I went back to my room. Threw up twice, and went to bed.

Why do I never learn that it's always the times you plan on having a quiet drink you end up going to bed with your shoes still on?

And in an interesting turn of events, the guy asked me if I was seeing anyone. And when I said "kinda" he was disappointed. Later in the evening, he says to me he was interested in me, and if the other guy (IG2) doesn't work out to let him know.

Still hungover, but am munging on some Chinese, which helps.

One of the best things about living in the middle of nowhere in Australia during summer? The wildlife.

I've just been outside watching an eagle (or kite. Whatever the big-arse birds in this wide brown land are called) catch a wind current and just ride it for about 5 mintues. Without a flap of it's enormous wings, it did slow large circles overhead. The sky today is blue without a hint of cloud, and it looks like the bird was just having a goof around. It was most likely tracking a bilby for lunch, but it looked like it was just enjoying the day and the fact it could fly.

If there's some Jack in you anywhere, he's probably
not hiding; anyone who's seen the show on which
he is so lovingly featured will tell you he
makes his presence felt wherever he goes. And
that presence is about as stereotypically gay
as they come. Are you sure you're not actually
a gay man? If not, perhaps you should give it a
try; you may find it quite comfortable.


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