October 15th, 2001


Maybe it's the Constant Sitting and Snacking.

For some reason I couldn’t sleep last night. I laid in bed wide awake all night thinking that if I just was still for one more minute I’d finally fall asleep. I think the only sleeping I did was from between 6:20, when I last looked at the clock and when my alarm went off. I feel just as awake as I did when I was lying in bed, if that’s any consolation for having to be at work after my blissful week off.

The gods of Metro weirdness must have known that I needed something to perk me up besides the bagel from High Noon I had planned on treating myself to (the best bagel south of the Mason Dixon apart from those chain places, I’d be willing to say. It’s refreshing to go to a place down here that isn’t devoted to bagels and still get a good one). I of course missed every form of transportation available to me by mere seconds. Missed the free shuttle; had to wait 10 minutes for a bus. Got into the metro station just in time to miss the yellow; had to wait 5 minutes for a blue. I was standing in the aisle holding on to the ceiling bar when a man in the seat in front of me: (no offense, boys) computer engineer type, bright orange collared shirt, brown belt, olive pants. He stands up to let the woman sitting in the inside seat get out and I notice a big white band across his back with “FTL” written on it.

Okay, so this guy’s underwear was sticking out. That’s fine. But the underwear was on the outside of the orange shirt. The man had tucked his shirt into his undies.

Hazy Shade of Morning

I was reminded of a strange thing that happened to me early this morning just now when a co-worker asked me when the clocks turn back. My alarm went off at 7:05, and then after negotiating a few time sacrifices, I pushed it back to go off at 7:30. When I woke up, I noticed the sun shining, the birds singing and a pleasant breeze coming in through the window. It was beautiful and pastoral. As I lied there, enjoying the serenity of the morning, I noticed that it was too peaceful. It’s 7:30am on a Monday and I have yet to hear a car alarm, an engine start or a door slam. Since I now have a clock with hands on my bedstand (I suffer from this ailment where when I’m tired enough, a digital clock says whatever I want it to), I was confident that it was in fact 7:30, so believe it or not, the next thought was that yesterday was Daylight Savings and I totally forgot.

I sprang out of bed and ran into my living room to look at the Sunday paper, since they usually say to turn your clocks back whenever appropriate. I looked out the window again. I checked some other clocks. Finally I turned on Headline News and learned that it truly was 7:32 on the east coast. I sat in front of the TV watching the time zones switch around until I realize that all I was doing was wasting more time.

I had completely forgotten about that until just now.
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