Asphyxiation and other methods of finding clarity

So i've come to it at least. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. The end of the rainbow. The closing credits of a particularly bad and uncomfortable movie.

No.
More.
University.

The reason I am in Sydney has officially come and gone leaving me devoid of purpose. Wait, no. That's not right. Devoid of structure. That's more like it. So what now? I have a bewildering assortment of choices available to me.

Should I go home and leave it all behind? Should I tough it out and find a job, make a living and settle down? Should I just disappear leaving a note saying i'll be back when i'm ready and wander the world as a wise hermit (re: hobo) asking for loose change in return for not breathing on people? The possibilities are endless!

At the end of the day, there's no shortage of things to do. I don't think there ever has been. The trick is to find the best alternative. A choice I can live with. Now there's a tricky situation.

As some of you already know, i've been feeling a bit...ambivalent over the past few weeks about the prospect of graduating. Having submitted my final assignment last Friday I can safely say that I still feel the same way. After a brief celebratory coffee in which all of the group members just mumbled about TVs, games and ferrets we each went our separate ways promising that we'll keep in touch which is the equivalent of saying goodbye, leaving the country and never looking back.

I spent the weekend sending out job applications and nursing my rather sick (but still rather naughty) 1-UP back to health. Apparently Naomi has given her the cold. For some reason I remain blissfully immune even whilst having both cold-ridden females around the house. Obviously, i'm not complaining. Being healthy does have its perks.

Last night I went down to the local kebab place and enjoyed a nice apple shisha (which when consumed by only one person is the equivalent of smothering yourself with a vaguely licorice tasting fluffy pillow to the point where you get head spins) along with Good Omens, one of my most favorite often read books. I settled down in my chair and thought about how nice it would be if I could do that day in and day out. A little more thought revealed that if I did, I would be Egyptian. And I don't really fancy them, after my trip over there.

Oh well, I guess i'll just have to find something else.

Wish me luck!