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*watches a tumbleweed blow accross the screen* My good god i am BORED! luckly i only have an other hour or so on this train.
I wish that people would think about us up in the north when they organise things in London. 10 dosnt sound like a bad start time, but when you think that i will have been up just about 5 hours by then, it becomes a bit much! this conferance is 5 hours, so why couldnt it have started at 12 or even 11 would have me up at 6 and out at 7.
"London is easy, its only 3 hours on the train!" Yeah 3 fucking hours, do you know what time i left my house this morning? 5 fucking 45! you know how much the taxi is costing you? £20, id like that back now, in cash plese.
URG i hate that i love to do this type of thing so much, its annoying as hell, god damn my charitable personality and love of youth work and youth related projects and god FUCKING damn my insain urge to VOLENTEER for shit like this.
when lord, when will your pittiful servent lurn his fucking lesson?
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