Sitting at a decrepit internet booth in Perth airport wasting time before my flight back to Canberra. Either my Grandad, cremated on Friday the 13th, is unleashing havok on Perth, or I am actually Kali, the Goddess of Destruction, and all the bad events hitting Perth will cease as I fly out (a-la the Rain God in Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency). I can't believe the amount of bad luck Perth has had since I flew in on Thursday. Burst water mains, tornadoes -- and not just Perth. I visited Bunbury yesterday, popping in on the Bunbury Regional Gallery, and only a few hours later the ABC tower next door collapsed thanks to the freak storms! I swear, I'm carrying some powerful energy right now. The tail winds should cut some time off the journey home, and I'm just hoping I can bring back some rain.
Time almost over. I'll tell a better tale when I'm back in the Bosom of Sanity.