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