I've actually spent most of the time catching up on e-mails that have been languishing in my inbox, so I'm feeling pretty contructive. Pretty soon I'm gonna settle in and reconcile my check book. I think the extra energy has something to do with sleep deprivation. Last night I finished packing and went to bed at 1 a.m. At 2 a.m. I was awakened by a garbage truck directly below my window. At 3 a.m. I was awakened by a recycling truck directly below my window. At 5 a.m. I was awakened by a delivery truck making a drop-off at the Chinese restauarant - you guessed it - directly below my window.
There are times, my friends, when I miss having Jesse's bedroom. It has no windows, and it's a cave, granted, but boy was it quiet.
The energy might also becoming from the fact that it's beautiful day outside the train. Sunshine always affects me agreeably. Regardless of the crabiness quotient I'm displaying, a nice burst of bright sunlight will cheer me up. Maybe I should take Tom Langdon's lead and move to Florida. You laugh, but if I were independently wealthy, I would consider it.
Speaking of being independently wealthy - or not, as the case may be - I forgot to pick up a ticket for tonight's drawing of New York's MegaMillions game. It's New York's version of The Big Game, and the jackpot for tonight's drawing is $168 million dollars. Yes, I realize it's ridiculous to believe that you're going to win these things, but it sure is nice to dream, isn't it?
I'm really not sure what it is with me and evangelical-type christians... they haunt me, I tell you. Okay, maybe they don't haun't me so much as they like to sit near me on the train and sing along with the country-gospel music blaring from the headphones of their personal CD players. And why do none of them sing particularly well, anyway? Perhaps it's easier to get into heaven if you're unafraid to sing Jesus' praises as the top of your off-pitch voice. It's something worth exploring, I think.
Okay, here's a measure of just how on top of things I am. I ended up having to take the train because I was broke (though I'm sure the theater will be thrilled that they only have to reimburse me for the Amtrak ticket), but I rationalized doing it 'cuz I thought it'd be an easy trip. I figured it'd be a mostly empty train, being as it was during the work-week, and it was leaving New York at 12:15 p.m. Man, was I wrong! I've never traveled on a train that was so packed. And I have no clue as to why it is.
I'm sitting next to a quiet little old lady who got on in Philadelphia. Mostly all she's done is napped. Her, I love. It's the woman sitting directly in front of her that's really driving me nuts. She's loud, she's pushy, she's way too inquisitive about the intimate details of the lives of everyone around her, and she's crazy. Okay, she's not crazy, but she is socially impaired. It's a deadly combo when she's been placed in the company of some nice folks from near the West Virginia border who don't know anything other than being polite to the people they meet. She's just chattering up a storm to these folks. Pressing the lady from near West Virginia for the details of her pregnant 19-year old daughter's plans. "Are you gonna let her go? Break the apron strings?" Making pronouncements about our trip, as if none of us have ever traveled through the mountains before. "During the fall, these trees are all different colors." "We're coming to a lot more towns now; less country." This woman is just about everything in the world that bugs me - someone who's that most lovely of all combinations: A know it all who likes the sound of his own voice. I'm doing my best to not be judgemental: The things you like least about other people are the things you like least about yourself, right?
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