December 11, 2002
Tuesday Two-For
Today was shit. But I had two fun BART stories, going and coming. This morning, at a fresh six o'clock a.m., I got to stare (with no sort of reproach, mind you, because that's just not who I am, you see) at a lady with curlers in her hair. Curlers. Big, baby blue soup cans tacked up in her beehive. With no scarf, no hat, just out there in plain sight, in the glaring fluorescent light of the BART train for all to see. Curlers. And mascara. And big eyes. And the lips! That was a new one for me. I mean, what was she going to do, waltz into work like that and style her hair at her desk? Perhaps she would pop into a loo on the way up to the street level and put herself together. No shame.
Then on the way home, we all had the treat to be escorted through the underground with Linda Hunt at the helm...or at least by someone who sounded exactly like Linda Hunt. I'll choose to think that it was actually Linda Hunt.
I hate being good a what I do. It makes me so sought after. I'm not trying to be an egotist here, because you know, I'm just not an egotist. But at work, I had stuff coming at me from all directions because, apparently, I'm the only one who can be trusted with the work. Bah.
<snip for being too intellectual>
And then I woke up and dinosaurs were jumping on my head.
And then, I turned my head and felt my earphones and remembered where I was. Sometimes, when my "earbuds" are playing music or spilling voices into my head, I forget that they're there. Another feeling thing. I forget they're there, the music or voices are there, and it's like they're being beamed in from somewhere else. Is that too weird? Well, this is the place to admit it, isn't it?
Two more days until the new Star Trek movie.
