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I'm now snowed under with shit-to-do. Not only am I still awake and drunk, but I've remembered I have to go and see New Model Army tonight before work, and on finishing work and going for morning Xmas drinks, I then (as the result of a compromise foolishly made during an argument with my flatmate) have to go to POSH SHOPS IN THE WEST FUCKING END to get fruits I've never even heard of, and probably won't even LIKE... hopefully the sleep deprivation will have let the good tryptamines kick in by then, and I will no longer care.
Upshot of which is, regardless of any statement I may have made to the effect that meeting people before Xmas'd be cool- it's fucking impossible.
I love Christmas. Why?
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