Tuesday, January 10, 2006 - 8:04 a.m.

As I get to the turnstyle trying to make my train, I dropped my wallet. I wondered if there was a timer on going through the turnstyle after putting your card against the machine. Would it put the money back into my account if I did not go through? How long would the "ENTER" light stay on.

Really empty on the red line this morning. I should try to get up earlier more often. Today, I have a class in the West Loop which is going to require a train change at Belmont. When I get to Belmont the train starts to fill up. I panic and leave. My original intent was to wait until Fullerton but I was in the middle and thought I would get stuck on the red line. I made this young woman next to me get up right when she sat down.

I do miss the brown line. It is so clean always which goes to show the obvious classist ways of city hall.

There was a woman in a wheel chair who was three feet tall. What struck me about her was that she was a serious power broker. She was ripping someone a new asshole on her cel phone. She had the serious power black suit and very put together hair. I looked up from my paper and she was staring at me. I smiled and she smiled back - I didnt want to fuck with her. I assume the person that she was screaming at did not want to either.

The one article in the RedEye that struck me was the one about how even two glasses of wine will make you mentally impaired te next day. This made me want to have some right then.

When I got off the train at the retro Quincy stop, I notice there was only one turnaround exit bu two lines were feeding into this. THere was no awkwardness, the two lines would take their turns -- like a zipper. Seeing that moment was an nice thing - everyone getting along.