Well.

I always start things with ‘well’. It’s not always bad stuff though. It’s sometimes good stuff, like today I guess. I’ve been at Rottnest for the past eight days and all I wanted was to come home. I love Rottnest! So why’d I want to go home? I’m still not sure… at Rotto I get to do what I like. I can buy fat food or go to the beach or even ride around the island for, who really cares what I do? But I got home today and I just felt better. I guess I’m kindof over rotto now. We’ve gone every single year since I was a bub. Stuff happens, eh?