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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

this blog proudly comes to you from the safety zone of Middle Brighton train station

I was an idiod this morning. I had a dentist appointment at 8am, boy, what was i thinking when i made it for that time? Anyway, I get there and was subject to some serious probing.
The dentist dude was a bit harsh with his prodding and cleaning I thought. But his lovely assistant who was stuck in the eigthies was very talented at collecting my salova with her magical slurping wand.

So, back to my stupidity. Before I left for the dentist I had that feeling that I'd forgotten something or other, but i always seem to have that feeling, so I thought nothing of it.
After the dentist I made my way to Brumbys to get myself a cennemon finger bun as what better reason to get one as having just gone to the dentist.
To cut a long story short, on the way back to wherever i was going I passed the bank and realised I'd forgotten to bring my cheque which I needed to bank.
So I had to walk all the way back home again to pick it up, and then trance all the way back to church street. At least I worked off the finger bun. I'm still working on the pounder though. I have a feeling that I'll be walking that one off for the rest of my life.

Hmmm, I'm now at le uni. Jon is a douche, I was supposed to meet him at the station but his invisible girlfriend is on a diet or something, therefore he was at his house. Don't worry, I don't see the logic either.

Computer Programming is starting. Au Revoir.

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