Tag: my brain
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Running for a train
We reached a ticket kiosk at Paddington Station with enough time to realize we might make an earlier train. “If we take the 8:03, we’ll have an hour to add to our day.” My husband looked apprehensive, but that may have been related more to a ticket machine that didn’t always seem to function as…
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Sometimes you feel like a dork…sometimes you don’t.
This would be one of those times. You know. Where you realize it seems like you were pandering. Not you. Me. I was pandering. Pandering for attention. But I wasn’t. And now I feel like it seems as if I was even though I’m one to pay attention to myself, so have never really needed…