I read an article today about an Australian farmer who went overseas to meet a woman he had ‘met’ online, and was kidnapped by a gang of men who had been posing as his online lover. I wasn’t exactly shocked by the news, but I was saddened. I can’t believe that a group of people would knowingly lead a 56 year old man on like that in order to gain money.

It makes one think about what kind of a place the world has become. I would never even consider treating another human being like that, but I have no doubt that my brother would. He would totally be in on something like that if he could gain from it. The world has become a scary place indeed.

I posted one of my old poems on the WB forums last night. It has only received two comments so far, which is quite frustrating, considering the effort I have put into critiquing other people’s work. Still, I suppose people may not want to hurt my feelings, or something. I have changed a lot since I was younger, though. People not liking my work doesn’t bother me any more, especially if they can produce a realistic argument and thoughtful reasons.

The one thing I am determined to do at the moment is research writing as a career in Australia. There is a lot of information about writing as an American career, but I don’t think it necessarily applies to Australia.

I did some work on Math sheets today, and I’m feeling rather overwhelmed. The one consolation I have is that I’m not behind in Biology or Chemistry, so as long as I stay up to date in those two subjects I should be able to catch up in Math. Getting to class is still proving a challenge, and currently even thinking about school triggers a bad response. I really hope that I can get back into it, and quickly.

I’m exhausted at the moment, yet find myself constantly unable to sleep. How very, very odd.

Tomorrow, I must post about my scarf, and the conversation I had with Mum and Stephen. Other than that, I’m not going to place any other pressure on myself.