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Feb 23, 2011 13:01

Dear God of the Interwebs,

I've found a super flat in zone 2 that would solve oh so many problems. Close to work and my chums, so would be future-proofing the next phase of ma vie against the evils of over-tired which you've seen fit to reward me with. I'm not ungrateful Oh Lord, and I now believe you did this because I reneged on a bargain I struck with you about running butt nekkid around my garden if you let me pass the Criminal Law final. Sorry, but me? Nekkid? *shudder*.

I get it. I'm facing up to the fact that leaving home at 6am and getting back around 9pm is not a good thing as things go, esp on part time money and with the whole disease thang hanging over one's head. Silly me. So, if you wouldn't mind cutting the c*ap and giving me a lottery win (£230K is fine, kthnx) I would be relieved to say the least.

Best, LBT. x
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