In London, having a freak-out

Gmail has decided to delete any record of my correspondance with the Accidental Boyfriend, so I cannot e-mail him, while my other method of getting in touch with him (the good old Warcraft forums) are being assholes and not letting me log-in. I'm sure he didn't get my reply e-mail or anything and I won't be able to swing an internet cafe for a while to see if it works until later and I haven't his phone number because it was rather Accidental to begin with so I have no way of sending him the line that I need hugs because I do.

Rather homesick, you see, and I've still got four and a bit weeks left on this trip. I'm consistantly worried about being pickpocketed or dragged off into the bushes or disappearing or not being able to get home that I can't really enjoy myself to its fullest capacity and I have to take sleeping pills to sleep and it's really a mess. GAH!

I'll feel better when it's light out, I'm sure.

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*sob*

So if anyone knows Mike, tell him to e-mail me again because Gmail's a prat.

PIXIE!

PIXIE, PIXIE!

*waves*

Tell him, will you! I -know- you know his number. Or e-mail. Or something.

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*sleep*

Desdemona, what kind of cigarettes do you want?