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My new favorite person is whoever invented bedtime. I think maybe that was God. Or my mom. But, hey, whoever it was, they got it right.
No commentsAlphabet Soup or Why I Wouldn’t Really Want to Live in the 1800s
Note: I have every intention of posting my thoughts on my recent trip to London. I really do. It’s just that every time I think of London right now, I feel forlorn and homesick (even though it’s not my real home) and it makes it extremely hard to concentrate on anything for the next several hours. So this post will be a little more on my current level of mental acuity.
Two things. First, on my recent trip to England, several times I found myself saying, “Wouldn’t it be cool if I lived then so I could have seen _________.” Second, I’m always playing mental games with myself. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe it comes from my parents trying to keep me quiet and/or distracted. Regardless of the purpose, I’ll always find myself playing games with words and phrases. Combine those two and you get this post.
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