Morning has Tom Brokaw.

I believe I have developed a new, fool proof plan to avoid getting mugged.

This is, when confronted by persons demanding my goods, simply wake up. This has worked the last couple of times!

Though exactly why my assailant this morning was a John Flansberg look-alike with a cricket bat, I'm not quite sure.

Also, I suppose a good tip-off to the irreality of my situation this time should've been the fact that earlier in my trip I encountered antiques littering Parramatta road, that started flying around and attacking people who held one, thus causing their toenails to fall off. Also, the fact that I was apparently coming home from high school, where my uncle was the network administrator.

Also, what, it's 6:30 am? I'm going back to sleep.