Title says it all really.
I'd stay and chat but I'm not going to.
Feet feel like they have been cleaved in two as I've been rocking the flip flops since lunch time.
Won a game of pool against some pro despite my handicap of being shit.
And today as been the best day in a fair old while as it has taken me away from my normal, everyday routine.
Friends are great.
Thursday, 22 April 2010
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