Usually, after I put up a post, I sit back in my evil swivel chair with a Persian cat on my lap, watching the views skyrocket on a giant IMAX-size screen with my blog's stats on it. I tend to feel like a diabolical genius in this situation but because said cat is recovering from an operation and looks like a chunk of road kill someone Frankensteined back together - crudely - the illusion is kind of ruined. I have noticed a lot of views coming in from overseas though, so for the sake of those people, here is a quick outline of my day-to-day routine.
I wake up in my shack by the local billabong and the first thing I do is hunt a koala for breakfast. Then I hitch a ride on a kangaroo to work which consists of wrestling crocs and shooting dingoes. After work I might go grab a beer with a few mates and maybe even toss a football around (or a boomerang). When I get home the first thing I do is feed my pet aborigine. Then I cook some bush tucker over a barbecue and practise the didgeridoo.
Now back to that Indonesian essay...
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