In one of my last few entries, I made a cynical prediction that by this week, I will drink myself to death or be humiliated in front of hundreds of people.

Of course, that didn't happen. Nobody can predict the future. Not even that tarot card reader that you visit every month or so. Why would you go to a 'clairvoyant' anyway? I went to a reader once, and she predicted that I will be endowed with material wealth this year, yet I will come under scrutiny and critics for I don't know, stuff.

She makes a lot of money. Maybe I should change majors to "Bullshitting and Cold Reading". I think they have that course at Monash. Under Arts and Commerce. I did drink a reasonable amount of.. stuff last Saturday night. Along with some other.. stuff. But no, it wasn't that bad. It turns out grabbing a guitar and singing along with a similarly intoxicated mate is the perfect recipe to creating good music.

Hey, you learn something new everyday.

Good night.