Thursday, July 6, 2006 - 7:50 a.m.

I gave up caffiene four months ago but last night I thought I would enjoy a large diet coke during my screening of X-Men 3. I was awake until 1:30 then tossing and turning all night long. So, being on the train this morning was somewhat of a blur to me.

I remember getting an aisle seat. I cannot remember who I was sitting next to.

The were two metrosexual guys towering over me as I read my Sandra Bullock Vanity Fair. I was reading an article about blowjobs, how they become so American and low-class.


Wednesday, July 5, 2006 - 5:15 p.m.

There was a large man sitting in the aisle seat with the window seat open. I have now mustered the courage after ten years of riding the el to actually insist on sitting where an empty seat is. I don't care about how much you have to maneuver to let me into the empty seat.

The very large man was reading the worlds smallest prayer book. It looked tiny in his large hands.

As we approached Belmont, there was this man freaking out at probably his receptionist on how he was so late for his client. He told the person on the other end "to just make them feel comfortable, I am on my way ... you know how the trains are." I really don't think the trains made him late.