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Wed, 12 Nov 2003
I'm back. Uneventful flight. Must been downhill this way because it took about three hours less.
Arrive home, drop off my shizzle and wander over, unshaven and very smelly, to the Cantab where holy shit it's the Kruger brothers. Goddamn. Chill with the homies, leave and hit some late night Punjabi Dhaba and it's back to the house to play a little Xbox and admire my new teapot.
I must be getting old or womanly because I can't help thinking how nice it is to be sleeping on a bed again.
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Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. -- Shakespeare