Monday, March 8, 2006 - 9:50 a.m.

I was late. I felt the need to drink wine to get over the fact that Brokeback did not win bset picture. I went to bed without turning on my alarm. Yikes.

Taking the train at an off time is always so nice. People are less rushed and not as crabby as morning commuters. The one thing abotut he ride this morning is that it felt really slow - like the conductor is not rushed either. The stretch between North/Clybourn and Clark/Division felt like hours.

I am almost finished with my book club book. It is disturbing me that these people are basically raised to then become organ donors (yes, I know the book is fiction). I dont know why this concept plagues me. Then I was looking on the train and deciding who would be the best organ donors.