February 2012
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Watchoh lawdy help me.
flying back to lil’ ol’ Adelaide tomorrow.
I’m probably going to die. If the plane doesn’t crash and kill me first, the anxiety will.
That’d be horrid dying mid flight. What do they do with the body? Do they keep it in the seat? What if you’re the person sitting next to the corpse? What about the smell, do they smell?
Asking all the important questions here...
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yay! grandma came home today! she’s still very weak but at least she ate something.
it’s also snowing a butt-tonne and -8 degrees, inside day today methinks.
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my grandma is in hospital.
that’s a pretty depressing way to end the trip… i hope she gets better really soon, preferably yesterday.
ugh this sux major arse.
