I would like to have a chat with Mr. Inventor-of-Stanstead-Airport. Now.
I am sitting on a dirty floor, in a hall that smells kind of like Ovaltine that's gone sour, waiting for a train THAT WILL NEVER COME. Kill me now, please. Why can't I ever arrive in England without incident? Seriously.
On the upside, I've got my iPod on shuffle and "No Air" just came on and it makes me think of Katee and Joshua's dance on SYTYCD. Now I want to watch it. It's the little pleasures.
Mwah.
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