Waltz, Mathilda you bitch.

Sis, you clued me in to that song.

In any case, this is day #2 of my life back home in Adelaide. The flight was safe and boring, save for the constant drinking of a pretty yummy Riesling. Too bad I forgot to ask about the winery.

Pretty soon I get to go back to ordinary sleeping hours! And I get to read a tonne of books and complain how it's impossible to juggle everything again!