It is only 8:30pm and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, I’m that tired. Damn jetlag.

I’ve been putting off writing a post on here for the past couple days because for some strange reason, I want to sound half-decent, but I’ve now realised that I can wait as long as I want but I’m still going to sound like I’m on drugs because I am so darn tired and so darn busy, I simply don’t have time to sit at this laptop and string a coherant and remotely entertaining sentence together. I was totally going to re-read that last sentence to make sure it didn’t sound crazy but I can’t be stuffed, so… yeah.

Phill and I returned to Australia in the early hours of Saturday and I managed to fall asleep at around 5am, with Puddy purring away on my chest. Five weeks of separation sure took a toll on Little Miss Abandonment Issues. Three hours later my alarm went off and we stumbled into the bathroom for a quick shower, threw on some clothing and drove an hour to the city for a hairdresser’s appointment.

I can hear you already – what the hell was I doing going to the hairdressers three hours after getting back into the country? Well. Saturday wasn’t just our eventual return from holidays, it also happened to be my little sister’s wedding day. Hence the hair appointment. For me, not Phill. He just whacks some gel in there and he’s done. Damn him.

I sat in the chair while the hairdresser chopped and styled away at my hair, large coffee in one hand and a McDonalds’ cheesebuger in the other, and tried not to fall asleep. It would be hard explaining to my sister that I am missing a chunk of my hair in all her wedding photographs because I passed out at the hairdressers.

At 2:30pm, I watched my little sister get married in a beautiful church, surrounded by family and friends. It was a really lovely ceremony and my sister looked absolutely stunning in her dress. I didn’t cry but I did have to blink back some tears. It’s strange to think that the little girl who once ate a boiled egg whole – shell and all – because my brother and I told her that’s how you eat it, was now a woman becoming a wife. And yes, even though she’s only 13 months younger than me, I still got the sympathetic, “So how do you feel about your younger sister getting married before you?” and “Do we have a 27 Dresses thing happening here?” questions at the reception.

I was so jetlagged, the best I could do was, “Uh, yeah, no,” which ended up thoroughly confusing everybody.

We got home really late Saturday night (well, it was technically Sunday morning) and had to take some sleeping pills to get to sleep, damn jetlag. We’ve been waking up at 3am bright and alert as if it’s 9am – I didn’t even know 3am existed.

Then yesterday, out of curiosity, I logged into Bloglines … and saw that I have over 5,000  new posts to read. Needless to say, I closed the browser and curled into the fetal position. Which is why I haven’t visited your blogs yet. I don’t know where to start. I promise I will be around to your blogs soon to say g’day.

So yes, I’m alive, I’m tired, I’m back. Did ya miss me?

Oh and hello - apparently the latest Harry Potter movie is out and I haven’t seen it yet! What is the world coming to?!

* Okay, so I started this post with full intention of making it a dot point post but that didn’t happen because I guess I’m not as lazy as I thought I was. I can’t be bothered changing the title, so you’ll just have to pretend these sentences have dots before them, or whatever.