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I don't know whether it was the excitement that Carolinkus has fought off her demons and started blogging again, or my despair at the Senate result but I knocked my lovely glass of red into the laptop last night and I think it's very, very ill.

I'm letting it dry out for a bit, and then we'll see. In the meantime, I'm sitting in a scary internet cafe at the Belconnen Westfield with a horrible moulded brick red ceiling and it's upsetting me.

And goddamit Mike didn't get in. Hopefully I'll be back soon.