It's Saturday night in Sydney, and I've just had a very disturbing realization*; I haven't taken a single, narcissistic, masturbatory, worthy of using on myspace style self-portrait picture for nearly three fucking months.
Oh, but don't you worry. This situation will be rectified. In two days, I'll be home, and my digital camera will be waiting for me.
* Here's an even more disturbing realization: it's my last night in Australia that I can justifiably go out to the bar, and I'm sitting in an Internet cafe, lamenting the fact that I haven't been lolling around on the floor of my room in Toronto with my self-timer function on. I'm not entirely sure I have my priorities straight.
Also, I have determined that I'm attracted to men who look like they could be pirates.