15 hours on a bus awaits me starting in the evening tomorrow and I confess this has become a habit I wish I could break. If only I had my own helicopter. And landing pad. And license. But no, I must endure. Plus, pray my iPod doesn't die on me like it did last time. I'll probably read. I might write. It will be okay. Hellishly uncomfortable, but they tell me it's character building. Just whose character it's supposed to build, I've yet to learn.
I wish I could tell you there's something more exciting going on in my life, but this holiday was mostly spent eating all of the kinds of foods I can't easily get in Central Australia and mainlining Psych with Nick. I lead a thrilling existence.