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Watching people wrestle with the Sunday paper is an amusing thing. They shuffle and reshuffle, discarding the unwanted pieces and putting the rest in their own personal order. As for me, I only read the free newsweeklies. That's because they're free and they're weekly. I get daily news from the net. In college I had a newspaper subscription once, which only resulted in a mound of paper in the corner that I felt guilty for paying for and not keeping up with. I'll pass.

Made my Christmas travel arrangements yesterday. Back to Iowa from Sunday the 23rd through Wednesday the 26th for under $400-- not bad for holiday travel with no Saturday stay. I failed to go home last year because of work duties (a result of the Year of Hell) and missed my last chance to see my last grandfather alive. I'm not about to miss my nephew's first Christmas.

Nearby, a man is talking loudly about his gay relationships and hook-ups. I think I need to invest in headphones.

My non-social mood hasn't passed. I'm wanting to go home and curl up rather than go to church. Maybe I'll do that. Truth (or some version of it) is that I just don't want to deal with anyone asking anything of me. Hate to be beastly, but I'm back on duty with Service Coordination next week Sunday. It's a rationalization, and a poor one at that. And it'll probably do.


I avoided church for 6 months last year because I didn't want anyone to ask me how I was doing. I hate lying and all.
You really need headphones.

I noticed the other day that I can only live with the crush of my commute if I create a world of my own. The Metro is getting very crowded on my line (particularly if I'm on time), so I find I need to 1) get a seat, preferably up against the wall so I don't have to move at all 2) wear my headphones, turned up so I don't hear screaming children and reports of last night's casual encounter and 3) be reading/writing something (or at least lost in thought). People don't try to talk to me, and it's as if they all disappear if I can't see or hear them.
Ah, I miss the Metro. Not that part of the Metro, but the Metro. And I enjoyed Christmastime in the District.
You used to live in the Real Washington? Do tell.
Actually, in College Park. I worked at the University of Maryland for three years (92-95) while I was doing graduate work. Good memories.