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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
what I'll keep asking santa for
Had pretty decent weather until this morning when it was snowing as we had to get on the road, of course. The snow wasn't actually too bad, but the traffic was horrible.

Gee, it sure would be nice to have a proper fucking rail network in this country!

Will catch up on reading tomorrow.

Current Mood: drained drained
Current Music: never there--cake

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