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OK, so today was NOT Erika's day.
It's bad enough with the whole weather thing, I fell approx. 6 times within 1 hour. I had to go to a 10:15am class, and I actually woke up and made my way. But I didn't get there...At Vendome metro, 75 people are waiting for the 105 Sherbrooke bus. 75 PEOPLE. I waited also...AN HOUR later, no bus, my class had started, and there were about (give or take a few) 125 people waiting for the bus. Plus my iPod was dead ...
I went home.
Oh and the other terrible thing that happened to me today (no regards to the weather, but it didn't help the badness of today):
I was on the metro going to Vendome this morning, I sit down in the single seaters and there's a normal-looking guy sitting across from me. About a minute later, I see him feeling himself up and glaring at me. This guy had a briefcase covering himself from everyone else but me! Plus he had a wedding ring on!
Fkn sick people...so scary 
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