This weekend's been the worst one for a very long time. I've been pretty sick with stress for the past few days, but I don't know how I'd have coped without Szilveszter and Jess. Jess and I had a great night out at Southbank; we went on the ferris wheel. Brisbane's landmarks were lit up pink for breast cancer. The casino looked really good. And we also had awesome Indian, and managed to confuse a waiter pretty badly. We ordered lemon lime and bitters and a baileys, and apparently this was such an unusual request that they combined the two drinks in the one glass. Sigh. Szilveszter and most of my family are coming over tonight for my uncle's 40th. We're having Thai, my mum's made a feast fit for a global army. That should be good. The kids will come over again, I'm looking forward to that part. I'm looking forward to Jess's birthday on Saturday too. On the upside, we did find out this weekend that Rosie wants to join Szilveszter on the soccer field (she was wearing the wrong jersey though), and that she's scared of three year old blonde children who really, really love her. I'm really hoping this week is better than the last. I'm looking forward to going back to uni, can you believe it? At least it's a distraction.