Hmm. I've been reading lately, because I've been bored (read: cut off from internet save for brief encounters late at night, and have no social life anyway), and stumbled across the Westall incident. I know, I know, ancient news, right? Well, it's the only freaking para lead in, like, nearly a year.
I really can't be f*ked finding anything online, because that's not where I looked in the first place, but I believe that (the below) is the second thing comes up when you search it (the first is the Facebook group).
http://www.onlymelbourne.com.au/melbourne_details.php?id=5481
In other news, the Southern Cross is dying. Quite a sad occasion, really. Oh, okay, one star. But it's an important star. I mean, "Southern Cross" rolls off the tongue easier than "Southern 'T'". Hm. Maybe I'll go cry somewhere now. :P 'sif.
Incidentally, and this may mean nothing, I actually dreamed I was somewhere with someone last night. (Somewhere being where I pointed to in a history book and said "I was there! Er... I mean..." and someone being...? My mind fills in the blanks and says the Doctor, but that could be just my obsession speaking.)
And anyway, it changed to me running from the police at my school in heavy rain, and then someone (again, unidentified. I'm not really sure, but they may have even been female this time anyways) aiding my escape. And then I woke up. Shit, I was so scared, though. I was crying when I woke up. It took a moment to go, "that's not here and now."
Ah, well. At least it's not one of the running ones. They just go on, and on.
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