IOU(s)?

I am well aware that a post with regard to finally meeting Gillam is long overdue.

I am also aware that the new layout, albeit being an improvement upon its predecessor, is quite substandard. Don’t blame me. Blame the exams for occupying so much of my time.

Perhaps I should go study.

No, no, I wouldn’t do that to you.

Let’s see… Finally meeting Gillam.

It was… anticlimactic, for lack of better word. No fireworks, no dramatic background music, nothing. Not even awkwardness. Well, maybe a little bit. But only a little bit.

It was in wake of that even that Roo and I unanimously decided (you don’t get that often, I assure you) that we would put Gillam to rest. Not literally, of course – I promise we didn’t kill him. That’s just mean.

So, yeah. The legacy of Rob Gillam is officially dead. RIP, man.

Also, I’m tired, so I’ll sum up the period between the time of this post’s publication and that of the previous as quickly as possible:

1. Exams are here. Let’s go jump off a cliff.
2. Christ Church dance was pretty good.
3. Perth has frozen over.

I’d say that’s about it.

Night, kiddies.

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