Go and Dig HOLES in Mountains

or even, Goan d digho les inmo unta in s. Whatever suits you mate!

Notice the mate in the above statement, this should give u a clue, or klew as to where I am. That's right, write even, I'm down under in the land of kangaroos, kuala bears and beer. Australia. This seems repetitive. I have already written this before. Damn it. Ah well too late now. Deja vous.

I'm sitting in the computer lab in my college of John XXIII, in the Australian National University in Canberra. Life has never been weirder.(Actually it might have been, but lets not go there. Leave that to the psychic beavers.)

I have just been laughing for 1/2 an hour at a joke I just cracked. Perhaps I've finally cracked. I'll type the joke down and leave you to decide for yourselves.

A pancake and a muffin were going out. The jelly came up and asked the pancake, "What you doin?" The pancake replied, "Muffin". (This is supposed to be a pun on nothin, but whatever you construe it as is fine.) Even as I write this I realise I must have finally flipped. Just a few minutes ago a friend came and told me to go and dig holes in mountains.

Decide and let me know.

Ciao.