I am getting up later today to meet Barry at 8:30am, then we are jaunting about picking up luggage and kissing girlfriends goodbye, hopefully mine, (well I am yet to convince him of this). The we board our flight (flying yay!) to dear Jozi. From there I will guide him around town with my l33t homegrown skillz. Once lost we will consult a map to find where we are staying and get settled. We are sharing a room and I have decided to be the little spoon. Then I will desperately try and contact my family and friends, I hope I don't have to resort to that bloody glow in the dark finger trick. Then again with a HomeFree number (0800 for your house) I may be able to leave ET tricks to Spielburg. After that the itenerary goes blank except for these clues.

My travels do not end there however. On the last day of the conference my true love gave to me, one flight to cape town, with no stop in P.E. (where does one put the full stop after an abbreviation?) (oh, right here). There I will meet up with Samwise Finnemore and loose my wits in the mountain until the 5th when Debating Nationals starts. From there I will gather my wits, blather incoherently while grinning and hope Verashni, my partner, and I win. From there we go out and proceed to blunt our wits in preperation for the next day. Silly really, but fun. After that I hope to stay on a bit to wish heppy birfday to one Cyrese and shake my bee-hind with my almost-as-goodlooking-as-me-but-was-dropped-on-his-face-during-birth, brother. I must organise a place to sleep that doesn't smell like wee. Once the final onslaught has brought me to my wits end I will find a way home and sleep off the memories in the comfort of mio familio.

Pray for me.