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So I had a 40-minute bus ride home last night (after a four-hour bus ride and a four-and-a-half hour train trip). I was never so thankful that it was only for forty-minutes, because the guy that hopped on and sat behind me reeked of alcohol. To the point that he opened another can on the bus (highly illegal, but I didn't know his temper and so was unwilling to say anything). Sour alcohol smell is enough to make me queasy. At least he didn't also reek of cigarette smoke... or if he did, it was overpowered by the alcohol to the point that I didn't notice.
Yes, I am back. Will try and update later on today, possibly with a review of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight, which I finally caved and read. I am not attempting my flist just yet, but I have missed you all and am happy that I don't plan on going away for another extended period of time for several months now!
Yes, I am back. Will try and update later on today, possibly with a review of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight, which I finally caved and read. I am not attempting my flist just yet, but I have missed you all and am happy that I don't plan on going away for another extended period of time for several months now!