I've just now for the first time read my weblog in its entirety. I had a strong urge to delete many entries, especially entries where horrible things were purported to have happened. I must admit that during my decline I used some questionable substances for several weeks which caused me to have severe hallucinations. My chauffeur at the time confirms that none of the atrocities (like running over children) actually happened.

It's a rainy morning here in Auckland, and I've awaken with the chickens. (It's just after 5am here). I'm at the French Cafe, a delightful place with an extensive wine list! Although it is much too early to drink wine, it's even too early for the place to be open -- but I've made friends with the owner, which is the reason for missing my flight. Rachael wasn't interested in traveling the world with me, perhaps I have much more growing up to do?

I've decided to take a last minute trip to Ibiza. I was originally scheduled to fly to Rome, boring old Rome. Perhaps I'll reclaim some of my lost childhood in Ibiza?