I'm back. Melbourne was fun, but it's sure is good to be back in my room. I had a serious case of homesickness for my room. That and I'm achey all over and tired as hell. I was so glad to see the lights of Portland. On the bus between Warrnambool and Portland I kept remembering this dream I think I've had. It's like, I'm lying on my back on a conveyer belt in a dark tunnel. And it comes out in this bright room and there's people there. They towel me off and give me some clothes and I'm home. And it's like, all the torment and pain I've been through was just a dream and I've finally woken up into the real world and been accepted. Which a load of shit. I haven't really been through 'torment and pain'. No more than anyone else. The setting and everything has been taken by my subconscious from the end of 'Wrath of Khan' where they shoot Spock out into space. And anyone can see the birthing symbolism plainly obvious there. It all makes me feel sad. I'm tired and ranting. I'm going to bed.