I had to go out and buy a friends birthday present, so took a trip to Stratford as I usually do. All fine and dandy, but I got a text to go to Tara's* on my way back. Some family emergency made her need to do back home and she had booked a 6.30am train for the morning. She packed the rest of her room up and needed to grab something from someone else's house. Was meant to meet them halfway but took a midnight trip to Peckham instead. Two girls in Peckham at night, not the best area in the world.
Then the other friend paid for our taxi back.
Right, we got back to mine around 2am and figured that we only had three hours until we had to leave for Euston. No sleep for us. So we re-packed all of Tara's stuff, checked she had everything, chilled out, changed for 'the new day' and ate and drank whatever we could find (it wasn't much, poor students here).
4.45am rolled around and we headed out with a suitcase, a vanity case, a large handbag, duvet and pillows bundled into bin liners and a large shopping bag with a box file, mac box, toiletries, and a portfolio inside. Between us, we made the long journey on the first trains of the day, and received a little help on stairs from a lovely (ex?)biker. I got my friend on the train with all her stuff, and more food that we had bought for energy, before having to make the trip back alone, arriving home around 7 or 7.30am.
I decided to stupidly do my laundry, taking two trips to the launderette to put my stuff in and trying not to sleep between changing to the dryer and bringing it back. Then I fell asleep at 9am.
I was woken by a phone call from my
And now, here I am, typing this all up at 7.30pm, having eaten nothing except a muffin and breakfast bar before falling asleep the first time, but I'm not hungry or tired. :/
This is my diary afterall, I just wanted to write all this down. Busy day doing nothing in particular, again.
Unconditional love,
Cazzie x
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