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No, no, no! Not that.
A ten week cycle of cruising along just fine and then WHAM! Everything hits the fan at once. And it's always little annoying stuff that individually you'd feel incredibly guilty over complaining about. But as they pile up on you over the week (especially what gets packed into one peak day) you just want to scream at the Universe, "Leave me the F*** Alone!"
On the other hand, my husband just got into London from Liverpool to discover the corporate travel agency booked him for the wrong dates and he has nowhere to sleep tonight. I think I'll take a fender bender, busted knee, missing important legal paperwork, broken garage door and destructive four year old (totally trashed house) over the prospect of sleeping in the Tube.
You know, I'd much rather have intermittent annoying shit happen then be dumped on every ten weeks. I kid you not. I looked at my calendar (which is a bit of a diary) and lo and behold. Weird!
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