(a) I will be finally, finally buying a decent set of speakers for my computer later today, and they will be the same white JBL speakers my lad/brother/strange Freudian lover Warwick has. The store has them on hold for me and everything. I will not, however, take them out of the box until...

(b) I'll be in Victoria full time as of next week. I can't move into my new place (the barbeque one, where you can smoke in the kitchen, the cat and chickens were just too far away) 'til late next week so I'm back in the 'Bra for the time being.

(c) I had a dream nght before last about a fish that looked a little like a big salmon tail catfish 'cept it had its mouth on top of its head, running between both gills. I dreamed that this fish had somehow flipped out of the water and was flopping around in a sink full of unwashed dishes, and I had to put it in a cleanish Tupperware container and run water on it from the tap, all the while panicking about the chlorine. There were other parts of the dream, but the head-mouth fish sticks out.

I wrote a letter to a friend yesterday telling them about many things, and one of those things was the head-mouth fish dream. I even drew it for him architect style, with top and side elevations. It was then I realised that from the top my head-mouth fish looked exactly like a penis. Oh. Still, Dr Freud, sometimes a penis like fish is only a penis like fish.

(d) Canberra turns on the charm when it knows you're leaving. Last night Civic was filled with shambolic drunkards who weren't, I suspect, just taking part in the ANU pub crawl. I'm so familiar with this town the whole place feels like my living room, and while we never actually got into the pub we aimed to get into I was still filled with a sense of well-being, like when you watch kittens play with string.