Except emos. Fucking emus.

Okay.

So, I'm fascinated with going back to Lindeman Island at the end of the year. In fact, I'm COMPLETELY hung up on it... And annoyed because I can't work out at the moment and lose my rather prominent belly. Doctor says not to. Meh meh meh, your muscle spasms will get worse if you do, meeh meeh meeh. Stupid. Not allowed to til Monday. That'll be a week in which I haven't worked out, and I'll feel like I'm letting myself go again. Stupid.

But the ebb and flow of crystal clear waters lapping at the soft white sand, the tiny glimmering shoals of fish darting to and fro in the shallows, the breeze whistling through fronds of majestic palm trees and the thick, extreme tropical heat are calling out to me. Its all too nice to resist.