Mondays were invented to make you appreciate weekends. Mine went too fast and too unproductively. I did get some things done, but wanted to do more with a few things.
The train is unusually full. I wonder if, as per usual, trimet skipped a train in the morning.
The guy sitting next to me smells like old food grease. My guess is his school job is working at a restaurant.
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