I just want to know why no one has suggested recently that I use under-eye concealer. I've looked at myself in the mirror recently and my reflection in the train and store-front windows, and I have very large shadows sitting below my eyes. They only get worse as the day goes on. You wouldn't think that I actually get about 8 solid hours of sleep, funny.
In transport kooks, my favorite crazy was on my train car this morning. I can't believe he wasn't sitting next to the Plexiglas divider. Some poor girl was, and I don't know how she did it. I've got a problem with people talking aloud to their imaginary friends while I'm in their vicinity. I don't know, maybe one too many Law & Order episodes about what some of those imaginary friends say has me a little spooked. Maybe I also don't like the possibility of being leaned on or bumped by someone who's constantly rubbing themselves. He's a rocker too; I also dislike people who can't sit still. So to that girl sitting next to him, you're a trooper. I would have switched trains entirely to be away from him.
I had to do math at work today. I love doing math, basic computation. I never really liked word problems, just math. Nothing else really on that subject before I look like a real antisocial.
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