Life update
May. 21st, 2014 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emma_in_dreamLike every other person who is not a sociopath, I am appalled by the Abbott evil budget. Have no words, really, about such items as the proposal to make people aged under 30 live on air for six months before they can get benefits. Astonishing.
I note, too, that while increasing fees for university students and twirling his villain’s moustache, Abbott was pleased to have his daughter get a ‘scholarship’ worth $60,000 donated by a personal friend and Liberal party donor. Not that it was actually a scholarship, since there was no competition and it existed only for the years she was at the college at the chair’s discretion. Typical politicians.
I have no coherent arguments to make as Ruby and Pearl are continuing on their six month poor sleeping streak. Cannot go on much longer.
On a bright note, I am rereading one of Patrick O’Brian’s novels and have just got to one of my favourite lines: ‘Jack, you have debauched my sloth!’ (Jack had got the sloth drunk, not, you know, hanky panky). Also, I laughed out loud when Jack explained that the rat was dead when he ate it. (Stores were running low.) Stephen relied ‘It would have been a strangely hasty, agitated meal, had he ate it before.'
I note, too, that while increasing fees for university students and twirling his villain’s moustache, Abbott was pleased to have his daughter get a ‘scholarship’ worth $60,000 donated by a personal friend and Liberal party donor. Not that it was actually a scholarship, since there was no competition and it existed only for the years she was at the college at the chair’s discretion. Typical politicians.
I have no coherent arguments to make as Ruby and Pearl are continuing on their six month poor sleeping streak. Cannot go on much longer.
On a bright note, I am rereading one of Patrick O’Brian’s novels and have just got to one of my favourite lines: ‘Jack, you have debauched my sloth!’ (Jack had got the sloth drunk, not, you know, hanky panky). Also, I laughed out loud when Jack explained that the rat was dead when he ate it. (Stores were running low.) Stephen relied ‘It would have been a strangely hasty, agitated meal, had he ate it before.'
