I'm sitting at a little internet kiosk at the Brisbane Airport because I can't live for a week without internet access. I also managed to rip off my fingernail and it's very heavily bandaged and I will apologise for typos because I'm kind of in a rush.

The trip so far: Wedding was good. More on that later. How is this for bad luck? Mr Kaitee forgot to renew his license and I managed to get incredibly pissed at the wedding. Needless to say getting back to Brisbane to catch our flight to Melbourne was absolute hell.

We're both suffering the absolute worst kind of dysentery known to man - the kind that can only be achieved by copious drinking, not enough sleep and being in a rush. Mr Kaitee wasn't nice enough to find me some jabotocavas (seriously, I have no idea how the hell that's supposed to be spelled). I somehow feel as though I wouldn't be suffering so much if I had some fruit to eat. We can''t get them where we live and I sent him off on a mission while I was getting my hair curled and face painted (yes, I really DID get my hair curled. I looked like mutton dressed as lamb). And he FAILED! Right now I think fruit reminiscent of chocolate would go down really nicely.

Right now there are also creepy weird people looking at me seeing what I am doing on the internets and I don't like it.

Oooh gate call.

BYE