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I don't feel like posting anymore.

Beat

It's as if every person on this train was in some sort of secret battle that nearly bested them. Worn make-up, disheveled hair, empty travel mugs, and closed eyes are how we interior decorate the car.

We don't care that we are going home so much as putting distance between ourselves and our grind.

And tomorrow we will all return, reluctant but somehow willing, to do it all again.

Late

The later train is a whole different cast of characters. Everyone seems vastly more awake and unhurried. If I didn't enjoy getting home reasonably early I might look into getting the 9-6 shift instead.

There are more students on board than professionals. Oh the days of not having to beat the sun out of its bed.

My research of the day is how I can lose 70-80lbs without crazy cardio. Don't think my leg could handle much running or impact. After my next chiro adjustment, I may look at yoga.

Electronics

Apparently the train suffers in the heat. I'm not talking about asphalt melting heat, just a few degrees above warm. It's only 88 and they are traveling at lower speeds and only have one car instead of the tandem two. 

I guess somehow that is out spec for the poor little engine that couldn't.

Although the AC is on and blowing so chilly that I could use a jacket. So there is that.

Blur

Apparently today is Wednesday. I know this because the radio station told me so this morning. The days are somewhat running together into a grayish sludge. 

This makes for an interesting train ride. Lights have tracers and the voices of people around me talking sound like the adults from Peanuts cartoons.

The color of the day is a peach/sherbet. Either it's the sun coloring everyone on board, or light orange is the summer color of 2014. 

Coffee

A large mason jar of coffee is the way this guy decides to start his day. Why wouldn't he want thirty-two ounces of the stuff? I hear rumor of people drinking two entire pots a day. I can barely finish a cup myself. It's too acidic and makes me jittery. 

But every time he unscrews the lid to take a sip, what can be described and caramel sewage pours out and makes me want to gag. Nasty.

But he has the tattoos of "Want Some" and "Get Some" on his right and left hand, respectively, and his fingers are numbered from 1-8 in Roman numerals. I think I'll just stare at the window and wish it weren't Monday.

Nervous

The guy sitting next to me shouldn't drink coffee. I say this for several reasons like:

• he is nervous enough as it is with his leg twitching next to me 

• his taste buds are either dead or stupid because his mug smells like a delightful mix of ash, dirt and feet

• he isn't very coordinated with his lips judging by the coffee drips on his shirt.

Today is Tuesday. Who needs to be awake for a Tuesday? Skip the coffee bro. Fill that sucker with some rum & coke and enjoy your day.

Patterns

It's odd that we as humans dress in patterns. Makes me feel like we never really emerged past our fur and feather wearing ancestors. I don't know what is so wrong with just a solid colored shirt, but everyone on this train is wearing stripes (horizontal or vertical) or some checkered plaid. 

Not most: all. It's psychologically I suppose our meek way of standing out and being different and unique.

Just not too different.

Pig

The train is having issues with a door. Upon arrival to the major transit center, a transit supervisor gets on and does an inspection of the door. This guy is an older Asian gentleman, and is tiny.

He has an enormous belt buckle that reads, "I Raise Pigs. I Eat Pork."

Okay then.