Well. Last day of the millenimum. Should I use that misspelling all the time? Or Millenema? Fuck it. I hate that shit anyway. So its the last day of the millenium. I can still taste the curried eggs I had at the bowling club last night when we celebrated Mum's birthday. They had to get me out of bed to go and I walked home early to go back to bed, though I did watch some of a documentary on SBS before I slept. And it was a lawn-bowls club with a bunch of old people smoking and playing poker machines. Not the good type of bowling. So, yeah. End of the millenium. I'll probably be asleep when the count goes over. I can already see my parents bugging me to get out of bed to come see the fireworks celebrate something that's only meaningful because we say it is. Why do people make faces at you when you act unimpressed by fireworks? Now if the fireworks were being aimed at someone...