I don’t know what it’s been like for everyone else, but man, thank the maker that Friday is here. Drop me a line in the comments if you feel the same.
I don’t know what it’s been like for everyone else, but man, thank the maker that Friday is here. Drop me a line in the comments if you feel the same.
I’m okay with that. Of course, that all depends on how I’m doing for NaNoWriMo this year. I made good on the attempt a few years ago, (2002) but I really want to make it again.
Probably shouldn’t buy the Wii or go to any friend’s houses for the month of November, although it will be difficult hearing about how terrible or awesome or terribly awesome it is.
It’s been a while since I’ve been on the metro. I walk to work, take a shuttle. So I was worried about my smartrip card having a positive balance. In my bag, a laptop hard drive for my soon-to-be-functional laptop sat, wrapped in anti-static plastic and bubble wrap. The gates let me in without beeping, so that was good enough for me.
The metro’s air was cool, stale, slightly damp. Probably a low oxygen content, on purpose. Keeps people drowsy, subjugated.
I catch a train and take the first seat available. Riding backwards isn’t my favorite, but it’s only two stops.
Across from me, a woman sits down, separated from me by two sheets of clear plexiglass flanking the door. Her head barely moves with the subtle side to side rocking of the train car.
With her sunglasses on, I can’t tell if she is awake or asleep.
For that matter, am I awake? Am I dreaming?
How could I know for sure, either way?
I take a look at the “new” metro car with its Modern day colors and 1970s fabrics.
It’s like somebody did a shoddy paint job and added LEDs, like some sort of half ass casemod.