This week I...

...experienced first uncomfortable flight. Wiggled butt down Chapel Street. Fell in love with Melbourne...again. Planted long-time-coming kisses on girlfriends' faces. Drank Moscato. Drank champagne. Drank beer. Toasted love and the institution of marriage. Danced like a hoochy. Drank champagne again. Fell asleep in the middle of a party. Laughed with friends about it later. Regretted the champagne. Played tour guide. Bought retro alarm clock. Bought huge watch for $25. Realised two of the dials on said bargain watch painted on the face. Laughed about it. Was reminded about how beautiful friends are. Felt sad when they jumped on a plane back to Cairns. Wrote story about friendship. Sat in an airport for five hours. Hugged sister. Cried watching Les Mis 25th anniversay concert. Went to sleep singing "Castle on a Cloud". Got a surprise call from ex. Secretly smiled about it. Sang "Who am I?" in shower. Realised object of lust is married. Realised object of lust has kids. Laughed at myself. Wrote feature about it. Got attacked by a magpie...again. Dressed wound. Nursed ego. Was reminded how lucky I am to have such gorgeous flatmate. Wrote story about sharehouse horrors. Finished final uni assignment. Clicked heels together on handing it in. Bad knee gave way and I fell. Laughed. Wrote story about public humiliation. Ate a kebab.