I had a thought.

It was in the car this morning.

But then I forgot it because I missed my train, so I couldn't meet up with Kwanza at the trainstation.

Which was a bit awkward.

Still made it to my lecture on pelvic anatomy.

Lots of people were laughing and giggling all throughout a video detailing the circumstances of two pregnant, 15yo girls.

It was disturbing to say the least. I didn't find anything funny.

Apparently, an older man GP in a rural setting who touches a girl on the shoulder is scandalous.

Also scandalous: Resting your face on your right fist, and your right elbow is on the table, while talking to someone.

It's a bit rude, for sure, but...

My cohort makes me pretty angry sometimes.

Also, the partying nature of a lot of people in said cohort.

I wonder if I'm intolerant, or if they're as bad as I think they are.

Reading Haruki Murakami's 1Q84.

It's set in 1984.

It makes a few references to Orwell.

But the coolest thing is that 1Q84 is sorta like... a parallel universe.

Plus, 9 = kyu = Q.

Seems a lot of people have the book too.

I think Murakami will be remembered as a brilliant postmodern novelist and will be taught in schools alongside Shakespeare.

Well, that is if the DEC gets their act together and shakes off the John Howard, anti-pomo sentiments.

Anyway, that's enough from me. Time to revise the anatomy of the pelvis.

Ilium, Ischium, Pubis!

Hoping you guys are doing well.