Tuesday, February 7, 2006 - 8:20 a.m.

I have the dropsies this morning. Something in my physical make up is off today. The train is approaching everyone in the station is scrambling to get up to the platform. I can't get my gloves off. I can't unbutton my coat fast enough to get my wallet. I can't unzip the pocket where my wallet (yes i keep in my coat as to not ruin the line of the pant). I am resolved to having a fumbling day as the train departs without me.

There was a man with glasses and a beard - very granola, of the earth type. I look up and he is knitting what appears to be a blanket. I thought "good for him". I also noticed he was wearing a scarf that he must have made himself.

The train appeared to be going at a snail's pace today. Was this due to my internal clock or to was the train really going that slow. I still arrived at work just at 9 a.m. which seemed normal.

I dont have good hair. I have very fine very thin hair and on the train was many people with really good hair. This one door-hugging boy in particular. Why can't I have thick brown hair, perfectly cut and shaped into a faux-hawk if I so desire?