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It's 10:55 here, and in the five mintues before 11 o'clock, I'd just like to point out the difference 6 hours can have. Today, I woke up, went to class, came back and made a big lunch before heading into London mid afternoon, went to the bookshop at the National Theatre, walked around Parliament and Westminister, went to see a show by Richard Maxwell at the Barbican Pit, got back to Charing Cross to buy some Burger King, ate on the train and happened to bum into my friends Pete and Zoey (Charlie's girlfriend), got back to Sidcup, cleaned up a little, and now I'm typing this - all before you guys got off work! It's crazy. I hope now at 10:59 to you appreciate me living in the future. If you guys have any questions about the next 6 hours, ask me. Ummm...let's see...it's clean here...nice smell...nothing to alarming...yeah, ask me anything. Have a good night to one and all.