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on the bus ride to uni this morning, everything is going to schedule and I'm going to be there on time. Squarely, and promptly.
Then a truck tries to overtake us, and ends up smashing two of our windows.
We stopped to get details, and I was therefore late. (Though completely not my fault.)
For the whole of the remaining ride, you could hear the smashed panes crinkling and tinkling, still in their panes (mostly). I was just waiting for them to cave in. Didn't happen though :(
Oh, and I have my referral for Roaccutane. Thank goodness. Last time I went in, the guy gave me this cream stuff. A topical treatment. Topical treatments suck. I knew that already, but I figured I'd give it a go in case I didn't neeeed to go on the harsher stuff. It stopped working, though. So I went in after uni today and got my referral. It's for a Doctor Hoare... what a comforting name...
Then a truck tries to overtake us, and ends up smashing two of our windows.
We stopped to get details, and I was therefore late. (Though completely not my fault.)
For the whole of the remaining ride, you could hear the smashed panes crinkling and tinkling, still in their panes (mostly). I was just waiting for them to cave in. Didn't happen though :(
Oh, and I have my referral for Roaccutane. Thank goodness. Last time I went in, the guy gave me this cream stuff. A topical treatment. Topical treatments suck. I knew that already, but I figured I'd give it a go in case I didn't neeeed to go on the harsher stuff. It stopped working, though. So I went in after uni today and got my referral. It's for a Doctor Hoare... what a comforting name...