In the Mist.

Made my new early train for my appended Friday schedule.

Just a little tired and I have four turkey tacos sitting in my large intestine so that's what's going on inside me today.

Finished another chapter of TACN -- Miller loves France. The end of that chapter.

I'd like to run today, truly I would. Some of it depends on the weather and the rest depends on me. The trains to LB are at 520 and 523. If I ride the bike at a moderate pace I can do it in under 23 minutes but if I really focus and push I have been known to accomplish the ride in closer to 18. I know from recent experience that the former train leaves departs from track 20, which is tougher to reach in time. If I run today, I will be a little tired but confident in making the 523. Plus, the fact that it's misty gives me a 50/50 outlook on the run b/c if it's just a drizzle then it'll be a nice run but if it's raining then it's unnecessary. I'll play it wisely.

Some of the conductors and ticket takers have these massive guts as they plow through the seating lanes. When I see them coming at me I cringe. I will never look that way, ever. I know I will age, but I will not ingest 10,000 calories a day and do nothing in the process of aging. This is really the one thing I have complete control over and I will exercise that control until I die. Case in point: The one beer I had last night put me under. It takes me almost a month to finish a 12-pack and the circumstances need to be right: Earlier in the day I cannot have hit the gym, nor run, and the beer comes mid- or post-dinner.

It stunk as I approached the Highway crossing at 29th. Raw sewage to the max. (RFTC: "I'm Not Invisible" "Get Down") I knew I'd have to wait so I crossed to the median and hung out there. Though I am against the clock, I don't want to go to 24th today to cross over.

As I pulled up to the crossing at Albany Street, I realized I was a few "furloughs" behind a higher-up at work of whom I'm not very fond. Normally I'd pull right up to the front of the median but I remained as inconspicuously toward the back as I could. Though I have worked for him for 6 years, he's never once even said hello. The one or two times he has spoken to me it's been in a large-scale meeting where I've been asked to accept lousy terms, reneged promises and less money. I don't want to acknowledge nor make small talk with someone of this caliber.

Have to bring the bike inside today, as just after I crossed over it began to rain more zealously. The person from work can get stuck in it -- I'll be covered in the next 20 seconds.

Thank you for reading.

Playlist:
Rolling Stones: "Time Is On My Side"
Pearl Jam: "Once" "Even Flow" "Why Go" "Jeremy"