I didn't catch my 8am train. I missed the 8:05 as well. I snagged the 8:11. Three other people I recognized from my commute did the same. Something about bed this morning did not want to let go. I think it was snuggling me back.
There is a guy in front of me studying medical flash cards, all written in a cyrillic language. The girl next to me is reading Chicken soup for the Writer's Soul. And the kid across from me just activated a Morcheeba playlist on his ipod. I wish he had external speakers on that puppy.
Interface training at work this morning, then a database install before lunch. Wee!
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