Last night I wrote a blog post detailing the toilings of my day, which involved swollen tonsils, bad pasta, general desperation not to get sick, and redemtion in the form of an offer into the grad teaching program at UNE. It was a great blog post, full of nouns and adjectives, verbs, adverbs, conjunctions and punctuation. But alas, it appears the internet ate my blogpost. When I checked my blog this evening I noticed my post was missing, and a draft post had been saved instead. I hoped this draft was my blog entry, but was sadly disappointed that the draft post that had been saved was empty. So it’s gone, and my tale of tummy trouble and gastric woe goes unheard.
But, on the plus side, I did get into and enrol in the grad course at UNE, which is great. Distance education is way better than trekking out to classes in Penrith each week for the course I got into a UWS. Of course, technically speaking, that’s also a kind of distance education, being that Penrith is about and hour and twenty mintues travel time away from my little place in the inner west. Still it has ment that I’ve had to do much running around today at work in order to get some time off
because I have to be in Armidale in eleven days time for a block week of classes!!?!
What the hell am I going to do in friggin Armidale for a week? Sure, class will take up a bunch of time, but that’ll finish around 4.30pm, and because of daylight savings that means a good 4 hours of daylight left. Everyday. In Armidale.
I hope there’s gaybos (gayboes?) up there willing to take advantage of a drunken city boy.
In other news, some of you would already know I am the son of an avocado/ mango monger. Well my avocado/ mango monging father has been selected by the Royal Agricultural Society to be a judge at this years Easter show. We are all rather excited.