The Beginning of Day Two

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The problem with a time difference of 2 hours, and the habitual self-inflicted insomnia, is that when you're in a foreign town that is fast asleep, you're stuck.

There should be something I could do besides sitting in the common room, writing about this nothingness.

I miss the pub.

There is no place like home after all.

If only I could teleport....