My best friend is back in town! My sister! Family. She's even taller than before! That's not cool, seeing as now she's almost my height. And I don't like being shorter than a girl. Call it an ego thing. Lord knows I've got a huge one.
So here I was, calmly having decided my day of uni was complete and that I had no need to stick around when a mate calls and says "Come to the food court, I got a surprise for you". So I journey to this land of long awaited food. I find my mate with a few other friends. Out of nowhere my vision is blocked by two hands reaching over my shoulder. I turn to accost my attacker. Lo and behold, it is my best friend from Queensland!
A cursory lunch followed. My favourite, the meatbox, was once again challenged in battle and for the umpteenth time, I succeeded in its demolition. Max Brenner the next destination. Chocolate battling commenced when my nose was the target of a vicious chocolatey based spoon thwack. Retaliation and laughter followed. Much amusement was had that day.
To Strathfield. And CC's. A brief second lunch. Cos that's what us Lebs are. Bottomless pits of food crunching. Four Southern Fried Chicken Strips. Whatever southern fried means. Winner winner, chicken dinner? I think so. Except it was lunch.
And then a farewell to thee for the now. I shall see thine face sooneth. Righteth? I know, I know, it sounds stupid to me too. Shakespeare can keep his play speak. I'll stick to the native tongue of the dreamers. I'm happy today.
They call me a visionary,
The Sleepless Dreamer.
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