01 August 2010

Last Minute Cold Feet

So I'm in Marseille.  Spent the night with some friends, and am supposed to take a 26 minute train up to a little town near Aix-en-Provence, called Ragnoc.  But I've been thinking . . . all French, all the time!

ALL FRENCH, ALL THE TIME!!!!

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!?! 

Who told me this would be a good idea?  Who suggested this??  Well, if this isn't sink-or-swim I don't know what is.  Okay . . . I'm going to count to 5 and be done.  .

1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 4 and a half . . . okay, this will be good for me.  It will.  I'm just going to keep telling myself that.  I can do this . . . I think I can . . . I think I can . . . I think I can . . . I . . . . . . .

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