shittiest day ever!

so i got to uni at 8am this morning for my thesis presentation. i get on a computer and open up my thesis project in internet explorer. my thesis resides on a web server on my computer at home so you can access it anywhere. so anyway i try and run my thesis program from uni... and... it motherfuckin' doesn't work!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i start sweating, my heart races and i start to get angry at myself. i figured that my dad might be able to fix the problem, so i ring home, but he's not there. at 9am i go to paul bailes's office and explain my predicament. he gives me two cabcharge vouchers paid for by UQ. I go to the cab rank near the bus stop and get a taxi home. i converse about music, bands, gigs and the drunk weirdo he picked up at 4am. i get home, i fix the server problem in 15 minutes, i get back in the taxi and we speed off back to uni. the cab ride cost $81.50. i get back to the innovation expo centre. i find out that there is no power to any of the computers on my desk!!!! i meet kristy, sarah and darcy briefly. i find another computer and demo my thesis to my examiner for 30 minutes. i recline in a chair. exhausted. it's only midday.

drugs

Had a weird conversation with my dad over dinner tonight. We were watching the news on tv, and it was talking about the Bali 9 trial yada yada and how the australian government tipped off the authorities in Bali. Then my dad says: "Why can the federal police help catch drug smugglers in Bali yet do nothing about drug dealers on the streets in Sydney!!!" He was reffering to an ACA bit about drug dealers. So then my dad says to me:

"Craig, have you been offered to buy drugs from people? At parties?"
Me: "Geez not to buy no!"
"But have you been offered any drugs by anyone?"
"Sure I have!"
"And what do you say to those people?"
"Let me have some! hahahaha!!!"
"Hey stop kidding around"
"Who's kidding?"

At this point my dad is looking away and I'm looking at my mum and she's half laughing. Cos I've sorta admitted to my mum that I've smoked marijuana, and she couldn't care less, cos she's cool. At this point I feel I have to stand up for myself:

"Dad I don't think you know what drugs are"

I was thinking of other philosophical stuff to say. I should've said something like this, but I didn't:

"Dad, there's a lot of grey area in drugs. Like with alcohol (which is also a drug, duh) people can abuse them and enjoy them. Having smoked it a few times I didn't feel any addiction towards it. It was interesting when I smoked it, but I wish I wasn't drinking at the time. It didn't lead me on to harder drugs like heroin. I'd never do heroin or anything needle pointy like that. And I got drugs from people I trust. From people I've known for years. Yeah Dad I've done drugs, big fucking whoopee."

So I'm guessing my dad hasn't done anything as cool as doing drugs. Oh well. He saw the Beatles and Louis Armstrong at Festival Hall. I spose that's pretty cool. But geez my dad is so clueless about drugs.

puzzle

This paragraph is kind of unusual. To work out what's wrong with it, study it and think about it. It looks normal and you may think nothing at all is odd or unusual about it, but it is. I will not coach or hint to you as to what is not ordinary, you must work it out using logic and skill. Good luck!