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I cried this morning. I hugged my stuffed animal of a Scottish hairy coo and cried. Waking up to see snow outside, waking up in my own room instead of a random hostel, even waking up and hearing American accents on morning television - it's all so horribly depressing. How long ago was it that I woke up in Burghead to this?
I'm ridiculous, I know.
Oh well.