GGGrrrrrr

Bed, Theaker, Bed...Writing job applications while talking to friends on facebook at 2 in the morning, is not good. Especially as one is in new zealand and is 12 hours ahead so he's as fresh as a daisy and we're catching up on 10years of life!

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