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I've been running around like a headless chicken high on a concoction of party drugs and a floral bouquet of many bottles of wines. And restless chicken toes.

Definitely restless chicken toes.

My mum has tried to convince me to bring a (bulb? blob? bazooka?) of garlic back to Aber/Abby.

I'm sitting back and absorbing that fact for a minute or so.

Abby has the ruins of a castle, but I don't think they're big on vampires. Can't imagine vampire with Welsh accent.

My dad bought me a humongous box of love letters, being unhappily deluded that my minuscule luggage has space for anything other than the dead cat and its resident maggots that I'm already carrying.

I dearly wanted to buy a dried lizard for my housemate. What would I say when they check my baggage though? That's the question.

"That's Robert. Kicked the bucket when a big bottle of ketchup fell on him. I dried him out and take him wherever I go. Can't do without him, the darling. Smells of tomatoes though. Good thing I like ketchup."

I like to fill my luggage with dead animals.

I was sitting in Coffee Bean trying to study, when this 3 year old girl next to me suddenly clutched at her heart, stared sorrowfully into the middle distance, and started singing. It was fairly tuneless singing, but it might have been My Way. Emo kids start young.

I traipsed all over Singapore today carrying my laptop. I got home without so much as tenderly caressing the keyboard.

I don't have time to do any work. My hair keeps falling out. I think they're abandoning ship.

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