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I didn't plan on going out to queue for Potter but somehow it just happened.

The streets of Drogheda are a lot less fun at 23:00 than they are at 04:00 which amuses me somewhat but I'm not sure why. The queue was long. So I got bored and wandered off for a few minutes for some potential entertainment that turned out to be less entertaining than a single bite of cheesecake and a smoke. Came back, queue was unsurprisingly longer.

At 01:56 this morning I paid for my copy of the new Potter book. Yikes. Where's common sense when you need it? I've only read two chapters...

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When you dial a wrong number, hitting redial will not get you the number you were looking for. It's a simple thing but you'd be surprised how few know that. Hitting redial for the second and third time still won't get you the number you wanted.

My landline number has a very similar number to a local gym except the 3rd and 4th last digits are reversed. What sort of freak rings a gym at this hour on a Saturday night?