Hilariously, my two cases didn't turn up today. Which means tomorrow I have to do a 45 minute juggling show using only the 5 beanbags I had in my carry-on bag... and whatever I can find from around the ship.
Hilariously, my two cases didn't turn up today. Which means tomorrow I have to do a 45 minute juggling show using only the 5 beanbags I had in my carry-on bag... and whatever I can find from around the ship.
My bag turned up, but I only found out after the ship had sailed away from the dock. But I'm not going say so on Facebook because I'm enjoying all the comments there.
My bag turned up, but I only found out after the ship had sailed away from the dock. But I'm not going say so on Facebook because I'm enjoying all the comments there.
Did you find something to juggle yet? If not, "wallets from the audience". They'll love that.
Dailymail reports on people in the UK who're "curing" their pain by sitting in a warm cave for hours on end. Apparently it works because the caves are full of radon gas.
So the plan was to train down to Toronto where I meet up with friends and drive down to Boston.
Our train stopped to let a freight train cross another set of tracks. However, the bloody train broke as it was crossing, leaving it stuck in front of us. After a short discussion, it was decided that passengers would get on buses and go the rest of the way.
That was three hours ago.
The fucking capitalistic pigs in business class got to go on buses and leave right away, but we have been stuck in this fucking box on this fucking rail long enough that at this point I think it'd be faster to walk to PAX.
EDIT: Oh look, they finally finished building our fucking bus and it has arrived. Only one, though, so probably not enough for all our passengers.
Wow, fuck, my throat really fucking hurts. Like, they say an adult tonsillectomy is some of the worst pain you can experience, but those people are pussies. Right? Right?
No. My throat feels like it's being stabbed, from the inside, with 1000 on-fire needles. All the time. AND I'M ON VICODIN. RIGHT NOW.
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I love a challenge!*
*I might end up not loving this challenge.
EDIT: BEST REPORTING EVER.
So, y'know. That's great, right there.
Before inhaling the radon, I mean.
Fuck, people are stupid.
Our train stopped to let a freight train cross another set of tracks. However, the bloody train broke as it was crossing, leaving it stuck in front of us. After a short discussion, it was decided that passengers would get on buses and go the rest of the way.
That was three hours ago.
The fucking capitalistic pigs in business class got to go on buses and leave right away, but we have been stuck in this fucking box on this fucking rail long enough that at this point I think it'd be faster to walk to PAX.
EDIT: Oh look, they finally finished building our fucking bus and it has arrived. Only one, though, so probably not enough for all our passengers.
No. My throat feels like it's being stabbed, from the inside, with 1000 on-fire needles. All the time. AND I'M ON VICODIN. RIGHT NOW.