So, I’ve come down with the flu pretty bad over here. It started on our last day at Hotham – I could just feel it coming along. I ended up sleeping in bed for half the day, which totally sucked cause I missed out on a good few hours boarding. When I woke up late that arvo I felt like someone had thrown a rock to my head, and when I stared into the mirror I realised that I didn’t just feel it, I sure did look it too!
I’m in my hotel room now, unable to sleep. I’m so terribly tired, yet I can not sleep. I just feel way too sick. I’m meant to be coming home on the following Wednesday, but quite frankly I wish I was home right now. Melinda says that she wouldn’t let me fly in this state, which is probably a good idea on her behalf, so I’m Melbourne-struck till I’m a bit better. I sure hope I can go home on Wednesday.
Oh yeah, and I’m meant to be flying out a week and a bit after that to Queenstown, New Zealand. Right now, not reaaaaally looking forward to it. I know by the time it comes around I should be over the flu and probably really excited, but still. It’s like my first trip with my mates and no parents. It’s gunna be absolutely freezing over there, haha. That reminds me, I better get Dad to organise the heating in our place in QT. We’ve got all that floor heating and all that jazz at the house, so if we don’t switch it on like a week before we arrive then it won’t have warmed up efficiently and we will be freezing our little socks off.
Time to turn on some Foxtel; maybe watch a bit of Australia’s Next Top Model or a repeat game of AFL. I’m hoping to get out of this room sometime during the day, even if it’s just down to the lobby to grab a bite to eat.
