I was going to begin this post from a fancy hotel room somewhere in central Mexico, but this jazz music is so inviting to my mind.
A full day's headache to prepare for a five day journey. I feel like I used to take less time to pack for four months.
I'm no longer a backpacker. I have a special bag for my work shoes. They are pointy in the toes. That's weird that this is happening to me.
These work trips make me feel like a secret agent. I've always wanted to take work trips.
I can't believe I'm a professor now.
The older I get, the less I have any clue how to read people. I haven't the slightest idea how others perceive me.
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