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Today this guy dropped a $2 coin, or at least looked like he did. JM, being one of those people who spots things like that, saw it. He also happens to be one of those people who picks up PE bags left on buses, and he picked it up. Unfortunately, you aren't one of those people who are good at getting the attention of people who aren't looking and the guy walked off and we missed the :35 train.

Anyway, I went to baker's delight, looking at the coin while going. It was made in 2009 and still has its new coin shine. But before I thought the $2 coin beared only an aboriginal elder but today I realised I was wrong. On the right there was this thing and I didn't know what it was but I assumed it was the opera house (and I was completely wrong). Wikipedia has an article on the Australian 2 dollar coin.

"The Australian 2 dollar coin was issued to replace the two dollar note in 1988, bearing the image of the Aboriginal Elder Gwoya Jungarai, known as One Pound Jimmy, (by artist Ainslie Roberts), the Southern Cross and grass tree (Xanthorrhoea)."

Yeah. It also turns out that I missed the Southern Cross that was on the coin.

So I arrived at baker's delight and then I bought some bread. But there wasn't a charity box thing anymore. But at least I got some bread.
Then I was going to walk home but I remembered that red rooster had one of those charity box things so I walked over to red rooster. On the way I was thinking "this is going to be so awkward because I'm going to walk inside, put a coin in the charity box thing and walk back out without buying; WHILE HOLDING A BAKER'S DELIGHT BAG." And then I arrived outside red rooster, looked inside and there was customers inside and the person was serving one of them so he didn't look at me and ask what I wanted or anything. So I walked in straight to the charity box thing, put the $2 coin in after fumbling for a second and walked out without glancing back.

And then I walked home and arrived a little bit late but that's okay because there's nothing I needed to do except type this.


And a strange thing happened yesterday. Well, early today I guess.
For some reason there was an alarm going off and that woke me up. And I lay there half awake, and for some reason I was just thinking "3:37". And then I stopped thinking 3:37 and started thinking "why is the alarm going off it isn't even dawn yet", which was a very good question. The best answer I could give myself was that it was someone's phone alarm which was set to the middle of the night for no good reason.

After a while it stopped and then I lay there but I couldn't get to sleep because I was wondering what the time was and thinking of . I have one of these bedside clocks that aren't always illuminant in red or green. My one is just blank, but if you press the button it lights up in blue so you can read the time at night. So anyway I hit the clock a few times and the time was "3:40". And then I don't know what I was thinking, but woah. that means that when I woke up it probably WAS 3:37 and I don't even know why I was thinking of 3:37 in the first place.

So then I tried to fall asleep but then I thought "this would be a really good thing to blog" and I couldn't get to sleep because I was too stressed I would forget about it so I got out of bed and turned on the light and wrote "woke up a moment ago to some alarm with 3:37 in my head. atm it is 3:40"

And then I went back and tried to fall asleep but then I thought "maybe I should mention dreams or something as well." I knew I wouldn't be able to get to sleep until I wrote that so I got up again, in the dark, and fumbled around for the piece of paper, and then the pen, and I found them and I practised writing in the dark. I'm actually pretty good at writing in the dark except I misspelled "blog" as "blolg"

I wish I had a diary to write this all of in, but I don't. I guess this blog is kind of a diary that you get to read.
I was dreaming about someone but they weren't actually in my dream.
and I thought a bit about how my subconsciousness has pieced together everything my consciousness denies and I think that's enough