So, I'm on a plane, and that means I will always be inexplicably placed in front of someone who can't make any sound which is quieter than 100 decibels. Here's a tip, if you're one of these people, don't talk openly about your lives, otherwise the person in front will always figure out everything about you. In general, don't say all of your personal details in a public place if you don't have to. Common sense, people.

Already, from just twenty minutes of reading Stephen King's It (very good book by the way), and just passively listening to the people behind me, I've learnt this much about them:
Their names, their age, the colour of their hair, eyes and skin, phone numbers, their relationship, the reason they're visiting Perth, their address, the age of their parents, the fact that the younger brother is spamming the older sister's phone, and I've figured out their iPad password.

So yeah, as I said, DO NOT say everything about your lives at a loud volume on a plane. If I were a serial killer I would have a very easy job killing you. Luckily, I don't kill people, go figure. I have put Wind Is Changing up to full volume but unfortunately I can still hear them talking. I guess I'll have to learn about the regularity of their bowel movements now.
NB: That last sentence actually ended up happening towards the end of the flight.

I'll see you in the next chapter, the final chapter, the ultimate end to this book.