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.