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Argh!

It's 2:00am.

We're getting up at 6:00am.

One of my games isn't printed yet, and neither is Travis'. We were going to use Print Works Online from OfficeWorks, but their website is fucked and we can't upload any of the files.

If you hear any screaming over the next three days, it's just Travis and I screaming our way into Melbourne. Grr!

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bunnitos
Apr. 2nd, 2007 06:37 pm (UTC)
Kill them all! Except the ones I like...
travisjhall
Apr. 2nd, 2007 08:49 pm (UTC)

Well, the Printworks website started working this morning... for about 20 minutes. Random's game got loaded and ordered. About a third of mine did. I don't think halloranelder wants me putting the words I'm using here into his Liverjournal.

bunnitos
Apr. 2nd, 2007 11:08 pm (UTC)
Damn. Well, I mean printworks have lots of stores, surely they won't mind if you firebomb one of them?
mareth_redorb
Apr. 2nd, 2007 11:20 pm (UTC)
If it comes to it and you've got it on a lap top or whatever, you can do a last minute print at my place if you need to. You'll probably need to bring some paper if you do, as I haven't got too much at home right now.
psuedonym777
Apr. 2nd, 2007 11:24 pm (UTC)
*makes plans to firebomb the officeworks server....*
verdigriis
Apr. 3rd, 2007 02:19 am (UTC)
This morning I lay in bed wishing I could sleep in until 6am... shiftwork makes me sad. :-/

While dawn is pretty, 4:30am has nothing to recomend it, unless approached from the correct side. The correct side is not getting up for work.
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