I guess I’ll file this under… travels

I often sleep on the train, and I usu­ally just have the abil­ity to magic­ally wake up on cue and make my stop. I guess I couldn’t have picked a worse time to sud­denly wake up to find myself at Ingle­burn. Oh, it’s not too bad I guess… it was just the last train for Fri­day night, and every­one at Camp­bell­town sta­tion apart from me and the secur­ity guards are drunk and say­ing “fuck” every five words, and it’s, well, fuck­ing cold. And I have to be coher­ent for a 5-​​hour pro­gram­ming com­pet­i­tion tomorrow…

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  1. Ru Jih’s avatar

    I feel sorry for that :’(… hope everything goes fine for your pro­gram­ming com­pet­i­tion… {pray hard}

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  2. Dan’s avatar

    I think you sub­con­sciously wanted to travel to Camp­bell­town, and this was simply the mani­fest­a­tion of your meta­phys­ical desire. If this is true, then being cold is the least of your worries!

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  3. Enoch Lau’s avatar

    Of course! Now, I’m safe in the know­ledge that I’m glad I live in Panania.

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