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Last night I missed the direct-to-Richmond train which usually gets me to the gym at 5:50, but I caught one that should have gotten me there at 6. I wanted to get to the gym quickly, so I could get a spot in the women's cardio room (not remembering that towards the end of the week the gym population thins out, as people are no longer trying to assuage their guilt from indulging over the weekend).

Anyway, the train in front of us (the one behind the one I had wanted to catch) had trouble, sticking us in the tunnel under the Bay for twenty minutes longer than usual. I had a seat, but it was a side-facing one, and it was so crowded some guy's ass was about 12 inches from my face. I couldn't help but think to myself, "If you fart, so help me gods, Ima gonna punch you in the butt." He never farted, but the train was smelly and crowded anyway.

I almost got off when we got to the next station to switch to the train that would take me home, but I was in such a bad mood, I decided to be nice to Tim and see if I couldn't work it out in the gym. So I made it to the gym at 6:20, ended up randomly grabbing Parents magazine from the rack in order to get my choice of precor machine before someone else did. I usually go for something trashy, with lots of pictures -- I can't read very easily on the precor (too much up and down), but if I don't have a magazine in front of me I obsess over the numbers on the readout the whole time. Last night, however, my trashy pictures were of infants with misshapen heads (article: Why My Baby Wears a Helmet) and toddlers sitting at desks just their size!

... I guess it was a nice change from blurry shots of celebrities peeing on beaches (I kid you not).




Looking forward to my weekend. Tomorrow, I head up to Napa with Susan for an all-day wine-tasting party. I can't wait! And on Sunday, Holly, Aleister and I are going to see a drum show at Cal -- Kodo? or something like that. My old friends from college, Becky and Ricky, are going to be there with their kids, and we'll go out for food later (somewhere with a TV so Ricky can watch the Superbowl).

Speaking of... it's Chicago vs. Indianapolis at the Superbowl this year! Seeing as I was born in Chicago and grew up in Indy, I'm *almost* interested in it for a change. Almost. I really don't like football all that much. But it's kinda cool that my part of the midwest is representin' this year.

Complete and utter tangent: did you know the kids today no longer call it "frontin'"? According to my friend who coaches women's sports at Oakland High, they now say "walk up on". I learned this after having to ask about thirty questions to clarify a story he was telling me about his girls, as I couldn't figure out what this girl had done to offend when he said she "walked up on" another girl. So strange! Despite all my eavesdropping on teenagers on public transit, this one was news to me.




Per request on Neil Gaiman's journal:
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