Subway Thumbing

I'm annoying cold right now. I didn't used to get this cold--i.e. I used to have hair. Ever since I shaved my head, I learned the hard way that it's true what they say. Heat does escape through your head.

The only reason I'm even on the subway now is because I thought I had gloves at my office. Without gloves, biking around in the winter is nearly unbearable for me--or at least wildly unpleasant. Plus, I don't have the right shoes on. Biking during the winter is fine if you can keep your hands and feet warm. I'll be better prepared tomorrow.

I'm headed into the city to go to a last minute birthday dinner put together by a softball friend I've known for ten years. Around GM she was known as Melissa the girl from the park, because our team was horrifically bad, and she insisted on playing to help us.

There are moments where you have a million things on your plate and no time at all, but someone whose friendship you care about reaches out. They'll understand if you can't make it, but every time you say no, a little part of that friendship dies. Before you know it, you've missed whole years and you're really not even friends anymore by any other definition other than Facebook. I'm very conscious of making sure that doesn't happen. There's always a night you can work later or some meeting you don't have to take.

I'm wearing a hood/scarf combo and the theme from Batman Begins is playing in my ears. I'm ready to go pick a rare hallucinogenic flower off a hillside.

The woman across from me just clearly picked her nose.

It's warm in my hood. I'm really glad I didn't bike.