Haze

I woke up late, dazed and confused with my alarm having gone off for 36 minutes. I didn't get good sleep at all and pretty much woke up swearing. I almost said screw it and went back to sleep, but I should keep my PTO for something more fun.

Everyone on the train looks weird today. Like the casting director for this episode of my life should be fired. Strange list of characters here: buff freckles guy in a white tank top, backpack and dress shoes; an overweight punk rocker who smells like vanilla cookies, and a well-dressed-but-overly-nervous Indian businessman. 

The most odd is this weird heroin chic couple who both look like they collectively rolled out of bed. Rail thin, tattoos, pink and purple sweats and hoodies... Holding on to each other like they are saying goodbye forever. His arm on her lower back is so tightly pulling her in that her willowy frame is folding inward like a bendy straw, and her head is buried in his tiny bird chest. I'm not sure if it's supposed to look like a Calvin Klein commercial, but it does.