sigh

i've been sleeping pretty crapily lately, probably because of the heat. i decided to forego a shower this morning and sleep in. well, i got up, got dressed, left. felt pretty gross, to be honest, but i thought, "i get to sit in a meat locker all day, it won't be a big deal." of course, i am trying to ignore the grease pit atop my head that is my hair. it just looks terrible.

anyway, i get in my car and i drive to the train, because not only am i not hygenic, i'm also lazy. but there's street cleaning, and i'm late, so all of the non-permit spots are taken. i am getting frustrated. i know if i get on that train late, it's going to be standing-in-someone's-armpit-room only. i drive around, then i realize i can't take it anymore. i feel too gross and sticky. i give up on the parking spot and the facade of living with filth and i go back home.

i park my car, shower, grab my lunch (which i forgot), and walk to the train. i get on the first car of the red line, which is surprisingly empty. i actually get a seat. i'm a half-hour late. but i feel much, much better.

it was a pretty strange morning.