At certain times of the morning, when I get on the train I know just where to stand in order to get a seat within the next five stops. Stand next to where the teenagers are sitting, and when they all get off at 18th street to go to high school, seats appear. Stand next to the younger kids, and they will surely all depart at 16th street, where the middle school is located. Yes, this is the sad minutiae I put in my brain early in the morning.

There was other stuff I was going to write about, but I can’t remember any of it right now. My boyfriend braided some of my hair last night. I love this cool, grey-skied weather. My younger cat continues to be “slow.”

Blah blah blah. I can’t write.