Today I feel a great outpouring of warm sentiment towards:

• the list of Melbourne bloggers on Doug's blog, which means I can pretend that I did remember everyone's URLs from the last meetup. (Note to self: next time, take pen and paper, and write 'em down before you get drunk.)
  
• the accent of the almost-not-quite Irish guy in my short stories class. In a few of my classes, actually. More than I remember him being in. Maybe he's changing classes. Purely to get closer to me, of course. Uh-oh, bunny rabbit in the microwave time. (Note to self: buy microwave.)
  
• Mallory. Anyone else remember Mallory? She was hosted on viscerate for a while, because she's an amazing writer, and a definite kindred spirit. We caught up on IM yesterday (as we do about once a muck-raking), and I spent most of my short stories class writing a letter to her. And swooning over the Irish guy, obviously.
  
• sultanas. Beautiful, wonderful things. I could eat them by the handful. In fact, I just did. (Note to self: buy more sultanas.)
  
• Henry Lawson, who doesn't seem to be as much of a wanker as I always thought he was. In fact, he's dark, sarcastic, subtle and very, very clever. (The Union Buries Its Dead: brilliant, sharp, pointed.)
  
• Sherlock Holmes, whose cocaine habit is always an excellent conversation starter.

Today I feel a lurking black cloud of antipathy towards:

• Melbourne weather. Damn city. It's doing this on purpose. This "Hohoho, you think it's going to be a cold, nasty day, I'll show you, now it's going to be fine and sunny, just because you've dug your leather jacket out of the bottom of the suitcase" sort of shit has to stop, I tell you.
  
• student politicians leading the sheep masses in an anti-war protest because, like, war's bad, y'know? Books, not bombs. (Note to self: buy a machine gun.)
  
• my Industry Overview class, which not only means I still have to go back to uni today, but meant that I left my boots on, thus rendering my usual human pretzel computer chair contortions nigh on impossible. Not that sitting in the lotus position is very easy in jeans anyway.
  
• Blogger, which ate this post the first time I tried to publish it, leading me to scream, curse it unto the 7th generation, and heap imprecation upon it in a most unladylike fashion.

Therefore, at the end of this post, the overall karma tally is as follows: 6 - 4 = 2. So I'm still ahead of the game.

But then again, it's only 4:30.