Yesterday I had a book club meeting, and we were discussing D.H. Lawrence's 'Sons and Daughters'. For the 3rd month in a row, I didn't finish the book. Oh well. I know what happens now. But I'll still finish the book, it's really good. I swear, I'll read the next one.

So I get to the train at around 8:30pm. I get on, and I'm EXHAUSTED, so I fall asleep. I wake up, and we're at the Chicago stop. In my half awake daze, I think to myself, 'I'm going the wrong way!' (On the red line, the Chicago stop is going AWAY from my house) So I gather my stuff up and stumble out of the train. Once I'm out, the train leaves, and I realize that I shouldn't have gotten out, that I was going the right direction all along, and that Chicago is a VERY scary stop at 8:45. It's empty, it's spooky, and there's weird echo's. So I just read my comic and prayed that no serial rapist killer was going to find me before the next train came. Then to my relief, the train came. I LIVE! It's probably karma getting back at me for what I did to Claudine on the train a couple days ago.

Today, there is MUSIC once again at my desk! My manager is out for half the day, and I'm jamming. Productivity will definitely be up today. That's good, because I've got TONS to do.

I need to get sleep tonight. We're driving to Des Moines tomorrow to help Claudine move into her apartment. Ahh, I'm sad to see the girl go. Who will bake me brownies? Who will clean Luscious' poopies? Who will give me money when I lose my cash station card? Who will tell me when my ass looks bad in my pleather pants? Who will I chase around and hug? Who will I take pictures of when they're butt wasted and crawling on the front lawn? *tear*

Posted by Yano at July 26, 2002 11:47 AM