All I've got to eat is that horrid Chinese food in the fridge and now I've got nothing to force it down my throat with.
After the stop over in Antigua, the delayed flight and the annoying child who kicked by chair from every angle up until his biscuit crumb riddled younger brother walked up to me like I was his long last father. I figured maybe, just maybe today would have been an ok day by contrast clearly someone has set out to prove me wrong.
I want to go back home.
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