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(diaryland) May 03, 2011 - 1:13 p.m.

I found out that Osama Bin Laden had been killed a really weird way. In fact, the complete anti-climactic way in which I found out about it was quickly overshadowed by a tiny field mouse running around the room.

I was in a lecture theatre. It was about 5:10PM. We were about to learn about Statutory Planning Law. This particular lecture was going to be all about if whether you're still a bakery if you aren't actually baking bread at your bakery anymore but you're still doing some bakery type things. Yeah, there was going to be a lot of bread and flour talk that night.

Turns out, you're still a bakery.

But, anyway, the guy who was going to do the lecture was trying to get his Macbook or whatever you call them to work with the projector. It was acting all weird because all lecturers without fail cannot operate those projector things. Somehow guest lecturers are better at getting them working, but this guy was the exception to the rule. So, a guy who looked exactly like a Mac user came down the front to help him.

That's when I saw it. I don't think anyone else did. The projector was showing what was on this guy's computer, and one of the tiles of website bookmarks he had said, "Bin Laden Dead," except it was all tiny and it was only there for a second before the Mac user student moved on to the Powerpoint presentation.
I looked at my buddy and gripped and tugged on the lower part of my face. I said, "Did you see that?"

She hadn't. Nobody else said anything in the lecture, so I didn't know if it was real or not. For all I knew, it was The Onion I saw.

Soon after that, the tiny mouse darted across the front of the lecture theatre.

At about 8PM the class was over. I was at Melbourne Central, and there were a couple of free newspapers still there to be picked up. I looked at the front page. It was just some fucking story about that football guy getting photographed in his undies by a girl. I was so fucking confused.

Anyway, I know now. He's dead, and one of his wives was a human shield.




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