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I was hoping to get up early and enjoy my weekend. Why am I still up! I should be in bed, not typing this! QWRTUQYIORUTYEQROI!

I slept all day, saturday and sunday, and now I feel weird and cabin-fevery. I keep thinking if I don't sleep for 10 hours before I go to work I'll drop dead in the aisle. I worked till 1:00 am on friday. There were three people missing from work, and admittedly, I didn't help by talking so much to Paul from Zambia about boarding school in africa and how everyone has house-servants over there.

Tonight my brother's girlfriend was over for dinner which is always nice, we get along well. She had this nasal infection once and now she's lactose intolerant. She still ate some of my coffee cake though, she can handle that. I'd seen her drink chocolate soy milk, and more often, hot water by itself, but she told me that rice milk is gross so if she really wants milk she can drink goats milk which has a different type of lactose. Also, she has these little pills that help her digest lactose if she ever has any, but they're expensive. It may seem like an awful thing to to have, an adverse reaction to a lot of people's favourite food group, but you just adapt, and paying close atention to your food is something everybody should be doing. She also plays the oboe and speaks almost fluent mandarin. She chose to study it at uni as a minor to music. What a brave decision. It's very interesting to hear her speak it. This monotone asian language coming out of this blonde australian.

Lessons you should learn: Interesting stories can come from the most unlikely people.

Perhaps there is someone you've known for a long time. Perhaps there's a neighbour who you say hi to on a regular basis? Perhaps you've just met somebody, on the bus, in an elevator. How much do you know about these people? Probably not much.

Go find someone, you shouldn't have trouble, people are everywhere. Ask them their life story. Make a video, a photo album, record an interview. Write a song about the time their cat ran away. The best way to learn about the world is through other people. One on one. Maybe they grew up in a country you've never heard about. Maybe you hear about it all the time, but what's it really like there?

I'm off to bed now. It's unspeakably late. Night everybody.