My flight was uneventful (regrettably?) and I now wait in this strange glass house they call Heathrow Terminal 5. Literally, the most exciting thing that happened to me on the flight was that I was A. listening to DJ Nate (DA TRAK GENIOUS) and B. I was sitting next to a Swedish national handball team member with giant biceps (C. I picked a scab that bled a lot).
I grabbed a pint of Murphy's at the "bar" in Terminal 5 (because I could) and brushed my teeth. (Exciting stuff!!) Currently waiting for my gate to become available for my flight to Paris. Let's hope that my train ride to Montpellier is one of the five that exist today as a result of the national strike.
I should probably listen to some dubstep now, or something.
I see nothing of your travels in France, good sir. How dare you mislead me in this way; you will be hearing from my legal counsel shortly, I can guarantee you that!
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