After a long talking at (from Thing Two AT me) and some attempted guilt tripping ("its not my fault, stop saying its my fault, you dont like me?") I AM DOOOONE




OUT

Tomorrow at 9:45 I leave Milano


15:45 I arrive in Toronto.



life is good!


now to find an alarm clock.



The discussion went as I had expected. I told them the conditions, they tried to guilt trip me out of my choice. Then after a couple minutes of the bs they were trying to feed me, they gave in. They took my phone, book, and set cards, and gave me a flight home.



Check and mate. Now king me.