meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit I ride the Brown Line into downtown Chicago everyday. Never concerned with making it to work on time, I am always surprised and pleased when I hear the same announcement, friendly, but authoritative: One driver says this. Just one guy on all the Els I've ever been on. And I always look forward to the front of the car with a mix of amusement and confusion. Why does he make the effort? And I see similar looks on the faces of other commuters. The driver takes more care to thank and welcome his passengers than I've seen many airline pilots provide. And I smile, because it's a fucking rare thing these days to be thanked when you don't expect to be thanked by strangers. And I gave that guy a thumbs up as I walked past on the platform. So I decided to start an exercise regime. Already this morning I worked out for 20 min on the stationary bike. You'd think with my extreme level of physical inactivity that I should now be near death, or dead. But I'm ok. I'm tough. And it wasn't that awful either. Hopefully I can do this everyday. And hopefully I won't be awakened everyday like I was this morning at 5:00 to the bells and chime intro to "Time", as my roommate insists on having a drunken Pink Floyd sing-along hour. I didn't yell. Didn't swear. Just gave him my headphones and told him to keep it down. Babytime tonight. Hopefully she won't explode all over me like last time. I just hesitantly tried a slice of grapefruit my boss insisted I try and I didn't die. It's not as bad as I thought. Tart, but the Texas Ruby Red is a sweeter varietal, for jackasses like me who like their fruit to taste not unlike candy. I'm gonna get some water now. Luv you. -m 8:37 p.m. - 2001-04-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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