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So I've already gotten as far as Bangkok, waiting for my connecting flight to Heathrow. I'm in a cybercafe of sorts in an incredibly tiny chair which either suggests Thai's are very tiny or I've got a fat ass. (Cue shit-loads of comments added on how it's my fat ass). I have not slept since the day before, except for sporadic naps on the flight from KL to here, and my legs feel wonky. On top of that, the second hand mp3 player I bought and spent ages loading songs into in the wee hours before leaving to the airport has a) riddled my laptop with viruses and b) refused to play on the pretext that it's run out of batteries, even though I've been charging it like a motherfucker. So this is why people pay the extra dollar for iPods. Still got an hour ago before my connecting flight and am in desperate need to empty my bowels in the packed toilets here. May buy a magazine, or just sit in the tiny smoking room on the verge of tears from all the contained smoke and lack of ventilation. I'm going to arrive in London smelling like a Phillip Morris factory worker. Nothing changes.
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