4 mins read My alarm goes off. It's 8 am. I need to get up and be at the station in one and a half hours. But for some reason, I am very tired from last night. After thirty minutes of a battle against myself, I am winning and finally starting to get ready. But since it took me so long to get up, there is no time for breakfast now. Leaving the house without my sacred brekkie routine? This happens only a few times a year. Hoping on my bike and going to the Lidl. Because I don't have time for preparing my lunch as well. Then cycling back and finally to the station. My legs are automatically dragging me to the Starbucks. Because first there are only two options near the station, and anything is better than Costa. Second, I know for sure I will be very grumpy if I don’t have my daily caffeine, especially today. Getting an americano and a banana as breakfast- which I will be paying with a bad stomach ache later. Then running to the station. But guess what, the train is del...
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