It's Saturday and soon I will be travelling down to Smelly London for a party in a friend's flat. It would be nice if my friend could rent a church hall or something up here in York, and have the party there instead - so much more convenient for me - but he selfishly has chosen to not do that. Git.
I don't think it's really too much to ask though. But because he isn't holding his party here, I have a four hundred mile round trip ahead of me. Which may make me tired. And though I can sleep on the train, I can't sleep as well as I could on my sofa. Git.
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