...and some part of me thought i'd be able to get that done in the morning. Well. Nope. Because when i called the taxi guys requesting a cab tomorrow to the train station (i could, theoretically take the bus, but...this is one less leg of the journey i have to haul all my shit) at 6:45 am, he said:
TaxiGuy: Sorry, love, could you make that a bit
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