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So... there was going to be a post here, either about my parents' wedding anniversary (33 years yesterday, only I was too exhausted to post about it last night), or about how PARIS GOT SNOW ON IT OMG.
Instead:
Eurostar have cancelled all trains to Britain tomorrow. Planes are too expensive. I can't even tell my parents about it, as they won't be back in the UK for like another hour.
I was going to get into Cardiff Monday lunchtime, and we were going to go down the Bay for drinks and it would have been fantastic. Now, whenever I get home, that can't happen because Monday's the only night my mother isn't working.
I'm just... I'm blank. I'm not sobbing, which I guess is good, I'm just... blandly unhappy. This has not been a good day, and I just want it all to go away.
And I need a hug, damnit.
Instead:
Eurostar have cancelled all trains to Britain tomorrow. Planes are too expensive. I can't even tell my parents about it, as they won't be back in the UK for like another hour.
I was going to get into Cardiff Monday lunchtime, and we were going to go down the Bay for drinks and it would have been fantastic. Now, whenever I get home, that can't happen because Monday's the only night my mother isn't working.
I'm just... I'm blank. I'm not sobbing, which I guess is good, I'm just... blandly unhappy. This has not been a good day, and I just want it all to go away.
And I need a hug, damnit.