well, as you might have guessed, i missed my plane to brisbane yesterday.  i had too much to do in the morning and indeed, my day was filled with the mean kind of assholes that were not inclined to be obliging or helpful to me in my predicament.  i literally had to tell myself to hold it together at the ticket counter when the lady told me i was too late.  and i almost reached across that counter to smack her when she told me that it would be beneficial if i were "at least an hour early for a flight in the future."  simpering woman...

anywho.  so i sat outside for about 30 minutes just reading and thinking about what to do next.  i made my way to the information center and asked where the nearest campsite was- about a 90 minute walk- and proceeded to make my way there.  i felt much better walking in the comforting morning sun to the beach and it turned out to be a great, relaxing day.

i snuck into the campsite so that i wouldnt have to pay ($40, cheah right!) and picked my spot right near the beach.  it was perfect.  i hung out, took a nap, laid out for a tan, and watched the sun set on the sand dunes.  all in all i suppose the universe watched out for me.

unfortunately i woke up with some painful ribs from the way i had been sleeping and a minor sinus issue that involves massive amounts of tissues.  oh well.  i caught my plane and tried not to throttle the lady from yesterday who made a snide remark about how i was on time today, and arrived in brisbane... a day later than expected but i suppose its all part of the journey.

the weather is shitty again and its too bad that i only get one day here before im off on a bus (again) to head south towards sydney and eventually NZ.  theres a girl in my room that is doing the same thing and i think i may actually have a bus buddy for once.  should be fun!  im looking forward to finally being able to do the check on-check off thing and just stop wherever my heart desires on the way to sydney.

on another note, you ever notice how loud your thoughts can get when you are alone?  i was there yesterday and laughed when i had to tell myself not to lick my Leatherman after using it to spread peanut butter.  hilarious!  and everyone appears to be right, that the obsessive thoughts about home and the people there seem to die away after a few weeks.  its odd but in a way i kind of miss them.  they could be rather comforting after a while.

ah well im tired and my back hurts and im a little lightheaded due to sinus and no-eating.  off the the free bbq on the roof of the hostel.  ttfn.

T