Aw, poor dear, your day sounds like my year. My computer was seriously virused two weeks ago and I have been at the library and/or at the internet cafe for my internet addiction. It is terrible, I cannot believe how addicted I was to the internet until I lost all contat. It's worse than being an alcoholic. Anyway cuddles to your bad day and Se La Vie, to my bad luck. How's your daughters head? Is she ok?
Hello, my dear sir, how are things?
She must have - ESP - ha?
Hey Bien, where is our special girl... Haunted?
Keep up the laughs. Night
It's 420am here, need to sleep. Ciao.
No, where is it?
Night, sleep well.
No, no phone access. I'm so depressed... My only consolation is that there is only 4 hours to go... She will probably start texting me as soon as she is closer to normal civilisation. Which should be about now.
Ciao.
