Between lead paint and plastic bags, it's a miracle any of us are here!

I wonder if the fuggers will get on this one.

You could email it to them... Oh, speaking of fug, have you all seen the picture of Fergie looking like she peed in her pants? (And the story is that she did.)

Ooh, Raq -- that calls for a picture!

I was tired enough this morning that when I transferred subway lines (at Park Street) that I went up the wrong staircase to the opposite direction track, tried to correct myself by going DOWN another staircase, got turned around and WENT UP THE SAME STAIRCASE as the first time. So I had to go back down and figure out which was the right stairs, further along the track.

Uhg.

I have a head cold. You know, one of those things where your soft palate (I think that's the term) feels swollen and one sinus is upset, but it manages to make you eyes water and the muscles in your neck hurt? yeah that.

I get on a plane tomorrow. To go infect relatives, apparently.

And taking sick leave is pretty much not an option at this point.

You know what? If the past three weeks are any indication of what 30 is, fuckit.

I was tired enough this morning that when I transferred subway lines (at Park Street) that I went up the wrong staircase to the opposite direction track, tried to correct myself by going DOWN another staircase, got turned around and WENT UP THE SAME STAIRCASE as the first time. So I had to go back down and figure out which was the right stairs, further along the track.

Heh, I think I know exactly which staircase you kept going up.

It was partly because I squoze myself onto a crowded subway car about 40 feet further down the track than usual, and ended up thinkign that I was 40 feet in the opposite direction than usual -- so maybe 80 feet off from where I usually am in relation to the stairs I like to take.

(Yes, I have not only favorite staircases, but favorite positions in my main commuting stations for maximizing the efficiency of my commute. It's not anality, it's laziness raised to a high art.)

This is totally normal, Theo. I used to usually sit in the same seat when I commuted on the DC metro. It means you can go on auto-pilot to get to work. But if you change the routine, it can be bewildering!

(Yes, I have not only favorite staircases, but favorite positions in my main commuting stations for maximizing the efficiency of my commute. It's not anality, it's laziness raised to a high art.)

Oh, man, you gots to strategize if you're changing at Park. It's a mob scene, and the closer you get out to the stairway you need, the better.

Jesse, we also get the NY Snapple ads.

Are you sure that's a puppy brenda? So big! and so cute!

I cannot get going this morning. I'm exhausted, but there's a HH happy hour (hey, that's HH HH- I said I was tired) and it's probably really bad form to miss the build and show up for the happy hour, or miss HH and show up for the HH.

Once again I seem to have stolen someone's cummute~ma (sorry Theodosia). There was some major backup of the Red Line, and I arrived just in time to catch the first one once they were running again. And since they then had four trains back-to-back, they decided to run the first two express to the end of the line. As a result I made it to Evanston much faster than I ever have on the CTA trains. And I got to watch as we drove by platform after platform crowded with grumpy commuters.

Some days, I really wish people would acknowlege that I solved their problem. Even if it was due to them being a dingbat. Just a simple "Yep, that worked" would be nice.

Of course, I'm being a crab because I can look in the logs and see it worked and I'm just being a whiney little validation-needing twerp this week.