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Theoretically, I'm alive

I'm back in Brisbane, sitting at my work computer.

I don't want to be here.

I thought about going down for another holiday sometime between now and Arcanacon, but I have decided not to. I don't want to be broke for Christmas. So, now I've just got to work out how long I want to stay for Arc for.

Currently Virgin Blue have flights about that period for $99 for travel on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, $139 for other days. The short trip would be fly out Wednesday the 25th, fly back Tuesday the 31st of January. The long trip would be fly out Wednesday the 25th, fly back sometime later, anywhere up to Tuesday the 7th of February.

What do I do?

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draquin
Oct. 6th, 2005 08:49 am (UTC)
Hon, you work out if you can afford to take several weeks off work, you save enough so that you can take several weeks off work, then you take several weeks, you go & you have a damn good time.
Love you.
ashfallen
Oct. 6th, 2005 09:12 am (UTC)
Fix your ADSL and I'll house-sit for you again if you like. :)
psuedonym777
Oct. 7th, 2005 02:12 am (UTC)
Being broke for christmas would be a mildly bad idea. Good choice not to. As to the visit for arc though, you know you are welcome here anytime, be it for a day or a year. :o)
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