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Well tonight could not possibly have been any more disappointing if it tried. I was a cranky bitch at work, until about the last hour where I cheered up and was keen to have a good night with my work friends. Then stupid-head Anthony somehow managed to convince me to help him pick up some of his gear for his gig this Saturday, all the way in frikkin Ormeau. We anticipated it's take us one hour, 90 minutes tops, so afterwards I'd meet everyone at the work bar and have some fun. But we didn't even think about peak-hour traffic and it ended up taking us two-and-a-half-hours instead. So I finally get back into the City and of course everyone has long gone. This might have been OK, except fuckwit Cara here left her phone at home. I tried to call one friend, but as I'd scribbled his number down wrong, that wasfairly useless. I then called my sister to see what she was doing, but she was asleep so that was another dead end. In the end I wandered around the city, feeling sorry for/angry at myself for being stupid enough to leave my phone at home, as well as getting conned into helping Anthony out again, after I ranted about him last night. If anyone is looking for a sucker for a friend, that'd be me, so give me a call!

Anyway, enough bitching, have a (rather shitty) photo:


Cara