twelve days to my birthday... then on the thirteenth day, i'll be thirty-one. my thirtieth year on the planet currently takes the cake for being the best year of my life so far - and i thought the year before that was good. who knows what my thirty-first year has in store for me? apart from the obviously quite amazing fact that i will officially become a novelist, i wonder what else will rear up and whack me in the face. oh, oh - there is one other thing i know will be happening early in my thirty-first year on earth - i will be going to my first meredith music festival. a whole bunch of our mates are going, and they were telling me about it when we were out not too long ago - and i decided that we should crash their campsite and join them this year. it sounds like a whole heap of fun - i am so looking forward to just kicking back and chilling out that weekend. as for the here and now, half the kitties are on their way to lismore as i type, with dave and i to join them tomorrow. i am looking forward to the gig. the venue reminds me a lot of the old movie theatres in fiji - lots of seats and not much stage room - so it should be rather interesting. ah well, i'll just lose myself in the karaoke. if any of y'all know anyone in or near lismore (or if you are yourselves), come on down (or up, depending on what your exact geographical location is, of course) to the hello kitty gig this weekend. i think i might have been able to swing an on-air chat to promote our november canberra gig on triple j breakfast on either tuesday or wednesday next week, so open up your ear-balls if you're listening to adam and wil then anyway.