Thursday, January 5, 6:44 p.m.

Post-gym, I walked to the Grand stop. This is not my normal stop - just when I get done with the gym. I am always amazed and perplexed by the variety of el stops even along one line. I get off in the morning at the Red Line Lake station with all its new fancy glorious-ness. Brightly lit, new paint.

I sit in the seat right by the door that runs parellel with the car. Lately, I have been stuck between a person and the wall before the door which with even a petite person is uncomfortable.

Oh - when I got on there was a large white man with a beard that was sitting on the outer seat. He has his newspaper on the other seat. It is the only open seat in the front of the car and I must have had "ooo - my ass is tired" look and desperately need to sit down. He sees me and ROLLS HIS FUCKING EYES at me. I decide he is too sweay to bother and I walk by him to the other side.

I finished the RedEye crossword. I am a crossword junkie and a snob at that. I normally do the Tribune but when I do the RedEye, I expect to finish. Yesterday I did not and it made me crabby.

The only other interesting site besides the strangely silent car was the reading material across from me. One guy was reading a new Michael Connelly book which I will have to look into and another guy was reading a magazine called "Climbing". I judge in silence that it must be a BORING magazine but then again I read running magazines and TimeOut Chicago.