magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

last night i got on the L at 8th ave, the western end of its run. i remember 6th, union square, 3rd ave. then things get a little fuzzy. and the next thing i know, i'm opening my eyes, totally disoriented, the train is stopped, above ground, and it's raining. the car is empty. i stand up and peer out the window, trying to get a sense of where i am, of what's going on. i hear a voice, 'this one's open up here.' i guess the car is not quite empty. i look up at the led display. 'end of line'. then the man who spoke to me. he's wearing an mta employee jacket.

'is this train going back?' i ask. 'i must have fallen asleep and missed my stop, i've never done that before.' and i wasn't terribly drunk, although i'm sure the alcohol contributed.

twenty minutes later the train was headed back from canarsie, the eastern end of its run. a dozen stops or so beyond morgan, my stop, which is close to the center of the line. so i got home quite a bit later than expected, but i did sleep for about 45 minutes on the train.

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went to kinko's after work to make paper invites to veggie sushi night. then a bagel on the way home, seemed the first bagel in forever.

i made a curry, watched tv.

dan came home, and cut off two years of hair.