I got up, at 6.30am, went and had a shower, and finished packing my bag (with the toiletries and stuff).

I had been expecting to be taking the train to the airport, like the last few times I've flown anywhere (actually, everytime I've flown anywhere), but Dad was going to drive down this morning, since he works in the city, to give me a lift.

Dad came and knocked on the door, and I went and got in the car, we left, stopped at the service station nearby, to put air in one of the tyres, that has a slow leak or something, and then we got on the freeway, and drove to city.

As we were heading towards the toll booths, to go through the tunnel, there was a prang, a truck went into the side of a rental car, which went into the back of a station wagon, which went into the back of a ute, and the station wagon's bumper got caught on the towball on the ute, and it ripped it off.

I sat and watched that for a while, as all the people got out, it didn't look like anyone was injured.

We got to the toll booth, paid, went through the tunnel, and down to the airport. I jumped out of the car, and went in.

I went to the check in, I only had my backpack, no luggage, so I could use the express check in. I went through the metal detector, I had to take my belt off to get through, so then it was the usual thing, of going through holding my pants up, and trying to get dressed after everything had gone through the xray machine.

I went down, into the terminal, and went to the mcdonalds, and got a mcmuffin or something, and then I went around to the coffee place I'd gone to when I was in the airport last time, I think when I flew to the TiVo BBQ last year, since I was able to get a soy latte last time, but now they don't have soy anymore, so I ended up with a black coffee.

As I wandered around, because I still had about 1/2 hour to fill in, I noticed another place selling krispy kreme donuts, so I got one of those, and then I went and sat in the gate, waiting to get on the plane.

I drank my coffee, which was too hot, and I burnt my mouth, then it was time to get on the plane, I got on, found my seat, grabbed my folder, book, and ipod out of my bag, and stowed my bag.

I sat and ate my donut, waited for the plane to take off. I started reading my book, "Snow Crash", by Neal Stephenson. Eventually we taxied on to the runway, and then I sat and looked out the window as we took off.

I spent ages staring out the window, because there was actually stuff to see. I've flown north before, I've been to the Gold Coast, but I didn't get a window seat that time, and there was actually tons of stuff to see, compared with when I flew down to Melbourne a couple of times, which is boring.

When we got high enough, that it was hard to make anything out, I went back to reading my book, put my ipod on, and then I stopped reading my book, and went through all the paperwork for court again, and my letter, getting my defense straight, so I knew exactly what to say when I got a chance.

They came around with the food trolley, I got a can of Bundy and Coke, nothing like drinking at 10.30 in the morning. I finished going over the court stuff, and went back to reading my book.

We got to Brisbane, and I wandered off the plane, and into the terminal. I wandered around, trying to fill in the time. I had about an hour and a half before the next flight.

I had a bit of change, so I went an played a pinball machine, I think it was a Lord of the Rings machine. It wasn't terribly impressive.

I walked into the Qantas gates, and wandered around a bit. I had to check in for the next flight, and I figured that since I'd got off a plane, I was inside the secure area, and if there was a way to check in while in here, I wouldn't have to go out, check in, and then strip off and putting all my stuff through the xray machine again.

I found the information desk, spoke to a woman, and was able to check in in there, and she told me where the gate was, but then when I went down there, I found that there was no way to get there without going out, so I had to go through the xray machine again.

I did that, got dressed again, and then headed for the gate. On the way, there was a chick on some Amex stand. I figured that she was trying to sign me up for an Amex Blue, which I've already got, so as I went past, I let her start her spiel, and then told her that I already had an Amex.

It turns out that she wasn't trying to get me to sign up, and couldn't actually sign me up anyway (is that because she's under 18 or something?), and was just wanting to tell me about some new rewards program, with frequent flier points.

I took the brochure, since it would probably make her shut up, and then I kept going. Yeah, like I want to pay extra, to go into some frequent flier rewards program, when this is the 4th trip I've ever been on, via plane.

Hopefully I'll be getting my license back in a few weeks anyway, and won't have to worry about flying anywhere.

I went into the gate, and sat and read my book, and listened to my ipod, while I waited for my flight.

I wasn't looking forward to this bit, the planes were tiny, little jet assisted prop planes. A few flights went before mine, and then eventually it got time for mine to board.

I went and got in the line, and then we waited outside, on the tarmac, before being lead to the plane. These planes are so small, you just walk out on the tarmac, and step on to the plane, like it's a bus or something.

I found my seat, (I'd got a window seat again), and again, grabbed my book and ipod. I didn't bother with the paperwork for court, I'm sick of looking at it.

I sat and read my book, and then we took off, and a few minutes after that, they came through and offered us food, a little snack box with cheese, crackers, biscuits, water etc.

I finished that, and sat and read my book, and then stared out the window for the last bit of the trip, as we came in low to land.

We got into Bundaberg just before 2pm, and I walked into the terminal.. wow, huge, not. I found a seat, and sat and read my book, and waited for my mate's step father in law to come and pick me up.

He came into the terminal at about 2.50pm, asked me why I was sitting in there, and I said it was better than sitting outside waiting for an hour.

He'd only been waiting for 5 minutes, so that was ok. I wlked out, jumped in the car, and then we drove over to Bunnings, to look at flooring, because my mate's in laws are moving house next week, and they went to get the floor fixed up before they move in.

We looked at a bunch of stuff in there, and then went back and got in the car, and drove to a shopping centre. We went into Kmart or something, and my mate's stepfather in law bought a whiteboard for his soccer team, and then we went to the butcher, got some stuff for tea, and into the bottle shop, to get some alcohol.

As we left there, his phone rang, I waited around for a few minutes while he chatted to someone, then we went and got in the car.

He was trying to get the purchase of the house sorted out, we were going to drive to the solicitors to sort it out. On the way, his phone rang, it was the solicitor, after some details, to contact the seller's solicitor. He spoke to them for a few minutes, and then we kept driving, and went to the solicitors.

We went up, he spoke to the woman at reception, sorted out some details, and then we left again. We drove around to the house where his wife, my mate's mother in law, was working, looking after someone. I just sat in the car, while he went to speak to her.

After that, we drove around a bit, and went and looked at the new house they're buying, and then just drove around a bit more, and he showed me a block of land he owned, sold recently, and now was worth a fortune.

After that, we drove back to the house, and went in, and sat and watched tv for a while, a couple of hours.

We made dinner, and sat and ate, while watching more tv. The Footy Show came on, and after watching it for a while, my mate's stepfather in law commented that that I looked a bit like Fatty Vaughton. In response to that, I showed him the ID card I had when I was at CSC, where I look very much like him, and keep being told to mail it in, as a look a like.

Then my mate's stepfather in law went to clean up the garage, ready to pack the stuff up. I sat and watched some tv, and then went and got my court paperwork, and went through all that again, and then watched more tv.

My mate's mother in law came home, with my mate's brother in law, her son, the guy I'd been dealing with about the computer problems, about 10.30pm. We chatted for a while, and had a couple of drinks, and then we all went to bed.