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I'm at Heathrow, waiting to find out what gate I'm supposed to go to.
I'm on my way to New York! My friend Ruth is getting married! I'm going to be so broke!
In the end, it's good, I guess, but for now I'm a zombie. I woke up at 5:45, because I couldn't get a shower in last night. Some random fuckwits decided to have shouting party around 2:30, so, yah, I didn't get a whole lot of sleep.
Also vexing me, a disastrous haircut. Loose, long, layers means short, choppy, and stupid-looking. Grrrrr! I wonder if I can wear a hat all weekend.
I'm on my way to New York! My friend Ruth is getting married! I'm going to be so broke!
In the end, it's good, I guess, but for now I'm a zombie. I woke up at 5:45, because I couldn't get a shower in last night. Some random fuckwits decided to have shouting party around 2:30, so, yah, I didn't get a whole lot of sleep.
Also vexing me, a disastrous haircut. Loose, long, layers means short, choppy, and stupid-looking. Grrrrr! I wonder if I can wear a hat all weekend.