term break! it's unbelievable how time passes when u're busy rushing around totally focused on accomplishing as little as you can.

as opposed to those long holi-days much like summer in the antarctic where the sun doesn't set for days, and days blend into seamless night, and one can imagine wandering in the surreal nighttime glow, ungoverned by the elements. like the dali painting with the sun swirling the thick desert air, heaving up gusty sandy winds to disperse its rays, and the delightful gummy clocks (commissioned by Yuppi, no doubt) draped on bare branches. and that huge platypus. i never understood that - maybe dali's dream being is a platypus cos he loves his wife a lot and wishes she could lay eggs too instead of incubating them internally. or maybe it's an anomaly of nature so he wants it to be enshrined as an anomaly and thus plonks it down in the desert of his dreams. or maybe it isn't even a platypus. haha.

ok that was really random stuff. and to fully exercise my present (transient) feeling of liberty, i went and looked up the platypus on wiki. and this is indeed an extraordinary animal! firstly it's the only egg-laying mammal apart from echidnas (some porcupiney thing). and i'm like then why is it classified as a mammal in the first place? who's to say it's not the only warmblooded reptile, or wingless milkfeeding bird? and it's one of very few venom-producing mammals, with this spur on the hindlegs of the male to jab it prey (hindlegs? wouldn't it require considerable contortion just to poke somebody?) and HA only the MALES are venomous, which just goes to show, males are poisonous! it stores fats in its tail - like the tasmanian devil - and uses it (the tail, not the fats) as a rudder when it swims. and weirdest of all it has mammary glands but NO TEATS so it secretes milk through skin pores which the young then lap up. that's like, literally sweating milk. haha.

imagine if we did that too; then when we run marathons we don't have to stop for water or powergel, we just gotta lick our arms. the harder we run the more we get to drink - self-replenishing in a way. THAT'S called evolutionary progress! haha.