Rote

This has been an autopilot kind of morning. From breakfast to shower to the train ride, I just consciously noticed where I am and what I am doing. I am so out of it.

Listening to a podcast now and watching some girl making a dragon toy out of green felt.  Next to her is an elderly Indian woman in a long yellow and green dress with gold accents. 

I noticed three things right away about this other lady: her large gold nose ring, the fact that she is very petite, and that she may be complete insane. She is having a conversation with the empty chair in front of her, randomly combing her hair vigorously, and has a goofy grin on her face. 

I need coffee.

Sammich

Today I realized that I very much hate the smell of mustard. A guy and his girlfriend are eating a bologna sandwich oozing with yellow funky spread.

Vomit-inducing...

And of course he chews with his mouth open like a neanderthal, so the schlorpy sound makes for a fantastic soundtrack.

Return

Two weeks working from home meant no traveling. Back at it now, and I had forgotten the smells. Can one be downwind inside a train? There is an older gentleman in full spandex who is an avid cyclist. I know this because his funk is wafting in this direction and my eyes are crossing.

Why do people not know how to wash their workout clothes?

Sparse

Working from home a lot since the train has been under construction for a few days. I came downtown this evening on it and there aren't many people. 

A few folks listening to headphones, one gal on her laptop doing homework, and a very pierced lady with great tattoos is sitting fring in front of me and looking at me from time to time.

She seems very nice, and I probably should smile or talk to her, but my "Resting Bitch Face" has become my comfort blanket.

May just play some card game for a while. I really don't have time to talk to new people. 

Dirt

Busy train, standing room only, and two available seats. I look at them and they seem fine. I look on the floor in front of them and see a smudge of brown matter. I won't lie: it looks like shit. But it is mud. Shit doesn't dry like that. People are too freaked out by stupid stuff. 

So I have a seat, which is good. Then an older professor-type got on and splatted into the seat next to me. His shirt should be illegal. Plaid, button-down, short-sleeve shirts with khakis are an old man's casual Friday costume. Oh my god! I see your forearms! You cad! Eek! Controversy!

Also: you want to piss 100 people off at once, have your klaxxon alarm go off on a quiet morning commute. 

Buzz

The overhead fan for air circulation is loudly vibrating. The pitch is at a frequency I can feel in my eyeballs.

Most people on the train are wearing blue. From the lady next to me in blue heels, a blue dress, blue jewelry, and blue prescription glasses, to the one across the way whose bright smurfy hair matches her backpack, there are a lot of people in blue today.

The guys standing next to me is wearing a work badge. He is pretty young and his name is Chandler. I guarantee his mom was a fan of the tv show Friends.