Thursday 13 June 2002

Commute this morning sucked. Details? Forgot Storm of Swords rushing out of the house. Got a callback stating that I did not have to rush out of the house. Realized that if I had paid attention yesterday, I would have known this and slept longer. Arrived at train station at just the right time to wait the longest period between trains that is possible in the rush hour. Since I was so early, decided to see if I can get to work cheaper by taking the PATH, which I had not taken since... Stood all the way to Newark. PATH: had to stand; without GRRMartin, had to read boring tech papers. Gorgeous Filipina and a guy friend got on at Harrison. As I am reading, she rather slowly takes off her jacket—unnecessarily, I thought. While talking to him, her hand flies all over the pole, grazing my hand several times—Aargh—making me rather uncomfortable, to say the least. I am reminded of several things: I am not not not that kind of person, really I amn’t. A lingering touch is not an invitation to jump someone. A boyfriend twice my mass could provide several hearty disincentives to my doing so in the future. Finding a seat to disguise visible signs of um, “discomfort” is very very hard to do at eight in the morning. Did not realize that I could take any of the two 1 trains that passed me instead of waiting for the 2 until I was standing in the car, faced with a map slapping the fact in my face every time the rocking action of the subway ride knocked me round the pole. Realized that several of yesterday’s work products were folded up neatly in the Storm of Swords book. Toted it up: an extra hour for about three dollars a day. 1:17:49 PM    comment []

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