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My morning thus far
Sep. 26th, 2003 09:00 amI woke up this morning and felt as though I were cheating on my lover, sleep. I was being rude and inconsiderate because I was leaving in the middle of some of the best sleep I've had in a long, long time. Work calls and I cannot just leave, as much as I would love to be able to have stayed there in those loving arms, I had to get up and face the sun, with its harsh glare, seeming stern and disapproving of me as I walk towards the bus stop.
The bus, of course, was pulling to the bus stop as I turned the corner, looking down the sloping road towards Aurora, the sunlight telling me by its presence above the horizon that, yes, I was running late. Typically I run towards the bus, pushing myself to reach it before it leaves but even if I could run faster than Carl Lewis, I wouldn't make this bus.
.... Sigh.
Went the bus finally arrived, I found that it was too warm and while seats were plentiful and I could take one to myself, there were strage sorts scattered about. Luckily I had a book for a shield, not much being into conversations on busses early in the morning. Often I wonder, and today was not an exception, why it is that typically people do not sit next to me. There is much conjuecture that I can draw but it is one of those mysteries to which I will never know the answer.
Much like why everyone lost in Seattle, or so it seems, finds me to ask directions of. Yes, I do know how to get where they are going but it seems strange that out of all of the people on any particular street filled with people going about their way, they would pick me. It seems almost the opposite of the empty bus seat phenomenon.
The bus, of course, was pulling to the bus stop as I turned the corner, looking down the sloping road towards Aurora, the sunlight telling me by its presence above the horizon that, yes, I was running late. Typically I run towards the bus, pushing myself to reach it before it leaves but even if I could run faster than Carl Lewis, I wouldn't make this bus.
.... Sigh.
Went the bus finally arrived, I found that it was too warm and while seats were plentiful and I could take one to myself, there were strage sorts scattered about. Luckily I had a book for a shield, not much being into conversations on busses early in the morning. Often I wonder, and today was not an exception, why it is that typically people do not sit next to me. There is much conjuecture that I can draw but it is one of those mysteries to which I will never know the answer.
Much like why everyone lost in Seattle, or so it seems, finds me to ask directions of. Yes, I do know how to get where they are going but it seems strange that out of all of the people on any particular street filled with people going about their way, they would pick me. It seems almost the opposite of the empty bus seat phenomenon.
