managed to get on the wrong bus this morning and ended up at the opposite end of the city to where i actually work. caught the sardine can from central to wynyard. i don't believe how dumb people can be - trying to squeeze into a train carriage that is already bulging at the seams... i hate people sometimes. i can't believe i used to do that journey every morning when i worked on the other side of the pond for the company that is an anagram of toileted...
the only bright spots were the panics at high volume to keep me sane while i took the long way to work and the puppies and kittens in the pet shop at mid city centre...
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sweet dreams...
