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I knew I was forgetting something...
Nov. 28th, 2005 08:33 pm*waves*
I'm home. I got back about four this afternoon, notwithstanding the detour to the World's Worst Borders to try (and fail, it being the World's Worst Borders) to buy the first season of CSI on DVD. I have contented myself with renting a couple of discs of the first season from my friendly local Blockbuster and watching that one scene at the end of episode six ("Who Are You?") several times.
No sign of my roommate. It occurs to me that I could have asked her whether she needed to be collected from the airport.
Ah, well.
I'm home. I got back about four this afternoon, notwithstanding the detour to the World's Worst Borders to try (and fail, it being the World's Worst Borders) to buy the first season of CSI on DVD. I have contented myself with renting a couple of discs of the first season from my friendly local Blockbuster and watching that one scene at the end of episode six ("Who Are You?") several times.
No sign of my roommate. It occurs to me that I could have asked her whether she needed to be collected from the airport.
Ah, well.