I ended up walking half an hour from Moonee Ponds railway station to home. I am thoroughly buggered, but for some reason still glued to the computer ...
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i feel for ya ax. shut down the blu crac and go for it
I've got bathroom de-moulding on my agenda. Writing essays sounds better than inhaling bleach fumes and trying to scrub near ceilings that I can't reach properly.
No, I think I'd rather trade. This essay is an infuriating piece of crap.
Plus, you can always procrastinate on housework.
It's procrastinating on housework that's got the house into this state...
Housemate said last night that the house was looking gross, and I honestly hadn't noticed...
I think it's safe to say Jen's plans for the day sound the best. Fuck you, university.