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Feeling quite confident that I will somehow manage to get lost when I go to Camberwell today.
I don't know why, but for some reason the moment I enter Camberwell I get this huge feeling of total bewilderment, and can't really understand where I am or exactly how I got there in the first place.
The funny thing is, everyone else has a firm grasp on the suburb, and go there so often they can locate Sportsgirl in their sleep, so I end up seeming hugely mentally retarded and generally incapable of anything when I admit i can't get back to the train station from the Rivoli, or I can't get to the gift ware store that sells porcelain cats from the optometrist down the road.
So I end up spending a good 10 minutes just sort of standing in this bubble of extreme stupidity and confusion, not really thinking about moving before I manage to locate my phone and frantically call someone.
Oh well.
I'm like that all the time, I guess!
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