So as I sit here being bitten by mosquitoes, being in such a rush I forgot to bring insect repellent, I remember that I also forgot to bring my guitar. Kind of the opposite of a Catch-22 situation. The only thing I really need to do outside my car is play guitar, but when I’m outside I get bitten because I don’t have insect repellent. However, since I also don’t have a guitar, then there’s no need for me to be outside. That’s poor logic and deep down I know it. But I’m cut up about not having insect repellent or a guitar, so leave me alone. Damn it, I just realised I also forgot my book, now there’s no reason for me to be inside. I’m doomed. 

It’s nearly bedtime anyway. ‘8:00pm Gareth? Nearly bedtime you uber- grandpa?’. Yes, nearly bedtime. It’s actually 8:30pm now, and I’m getting up at 4:30am in order to drive up to Cape Reinga in time to catch sunrise. I might even catch some spirits jumping off the point. More likely I’ll catch someone drinking spirits who will then jump me and hold me at knifepoint. I have a New Years resolution, and that’s to survive my journey without being held at knife/gunpoint. I understand it’s still November, but by maintaining the resolution I hope to make it to New Years. I’m sure I will. I have my faithful companion Palin to protect me, who at the moment is very intimidatingly lying on the grass resting his head on his paws and occasionally sniffing the air. LOOK OUT POTENTIAL ATTACKERS! Palin has your scent. . . 

Now I’m off to lie down in my coffin-like bed. It’s actually quite cosy, in a claustrophobic’s-worst-nightmare kind of way. I just hope when my alarm wakes me up at the sub-crack of dawn, I don’t sit up so fast I cause myself to very quickly, and not so healthily, go straight back to sleep.