It was wishful thinking to assume that the long weekend would help me get back to getting to work on time. Quite the contrary, I've slept in the past three nights and getting up today was quite the chore. It's not that I don't wake up on time, but more that I move so slowly in morning, and tend to get caught up Facebooking and emailing.
Outside, there is a slow, streaming fall of chunky snow. Shlomo D. is walking on Overlook, and he waves hello while steadily propelling his child in a baby carriage.
I arrive at the station and decide to check through the plethora of metrocards in my possession: one monthly unlimited, expires 2/23; another unlimited, never used; and one standard metrocard with some oddly uneven amount of change on it.
Back into the wallet they go, and down to the platform I go. The train arrives and I get the seat at the end of the car, and spend the next two stop trying to figure out why the girl sitting across from me, in a New York sweatshirt, is staring me down. My shirt is buttoned and my fly is zipped, so maybe she just likes me. She gets off at 168th and I slip my headphones on for the rest of the ride.
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when people stare me down on the train, i worry that i forgot to get dressed. because i'm so sleepy in the morning, i can't remember what i'm wearing underneath my coat.
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