Shit shit shit shit shit. I'm flying to Paris on Saturday, the interview's on Monday, if it goes well enough, they want me to stay and arrange my affairs from there. So much for my party plans next week, so much for the event this Saturday, so much for catching up with everyone... Shit shit shit shit shit. I gotta go fix my passport. I gotta PACK. I gotta... Aiiieeeeee..... What a way to wake up.
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