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...in some restaurant in Waterloo, my face adhered to the Sunday Times with drool on account of an acute lack of consciousness. The waitress was rather rude upon awakening me, which I considered to be totally uncalled for since I had actually bought a cup of coffee there a few hours before. I guess I should be somewhat grateful, though. Had she let me sleep I would have missed the train.
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Now I am wandering around in a mild state of shock and trying to remember what on earth possessed me to come to where I currently am. Further, I can't find anyplace that will let me have telnet access, so large chunks of mail are going unread.
The next 14 days will certainly be interesting... |