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Oct. 5th, 2005

I'm about to start packing, and at about midday (45 minutes or so) I'll be ringing a taxi.

Taxi to the Airbus terminal, then airbus to the airport.

I don't want to go, but I have to.

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psuedonym777
Oct. 5th, 2005 02:00 am (UTC)
*hug* Come back soon!
designadrug
Oct. 5th, 2005 06:46 am (UTC)
We'll miss you as always. Thanks for staying with us :)
halloranelder
Oct. 5th, 2005 08:23 am (UTC)
Thanks for letting me.
designadrug
Oct. 5th, 2005 04:50 pm (UTC)
I'll post your stuff to you :)
halloranelder
Oct. 6th, 2005 12:12 am (UTC)
I think I did well. Only forgot a few little things.

My wet clothes in the bathroom (bugger) and the little tupperware container with my pills in the kitchen.

Meh.
designadrug
Oct. 6th, 2005 05:03 pm (UTC)
Thats all I've found so far :)
draquin
Oct. 5th, 2005 07:05 am (UTC)
Looking forward to seeing you when you are home :-)
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