You're gonna need a body bag. I'll break bones you didn't know you had.
As the L was heading toward the Adams stop yesterday, this guy tapped my shoulder and asked me something. I didn't hear what he said, because I had my headphones on, so I took them off, smiled and asked him to repeat himself. He was wondering if this train went to O'Hare. Seeing as how we were on the Pink Line, which only goes to 54/Cermak, I said no. At that point, he began to look very panicked. He was from Atlanta (trying to catch a flight back there, in fact) and didn't know his way around the city. Someone back at the Polk stop had told him to get on this train to go to O'Hare. If the guy had asked me a few stops back, he could've easily transferred to the Blue line at Clark. Instead, he ended up getting off at LaSalle/VanBuren with me. I walked him down the block to the Blue Line and showed him where to get on. He was so grateful and it really felt nice to help someone just because I could. I'm hoping that karma will carry me into the coming month.
I've been trying not to think too much about how it will be a year this coming month. My mom and I have had a few conversations about it, but that's all. The anniversary, if that's the appropriate word, happens to fall on the same night as the Oscars. We're planning on having a little party to celebrate how far I've come in the past year. It's hard to believe sometimes that a year ago this time, all I could think about was how to end my life.
But enough about that.
I've read 13 books this month. Actually, I think I might have read more than that, but I'm too lazy to go upstairs and jot down the titles. I've been keeping track of them in my profile, but I haven't been near my home computer in a week and a half. Work has been really busy, but, also, it's very cold down here, so I haven't been very inclined to stray far from the warmth of the couch.
On Sunday, my parents, Tom, Jill, and I went for high tea at the Drake. That was a lot of fun, albeit expensive. I love their cucumber sandwiches.
In other news, Horton has had yet another one of his lackeys contact me about some dataset or another that I haven't worked on since before my attempt (read: a year ago). The last time he did this, the lackey was also a friend, so I let her down gently, telling her that she should have Horton contact me. Now it's someone I've never particularly liked. I think it's time to email Horton myself and tell him to stick it where the sun doesn't shine.
I've been trying not to think too much about how it will be a year this coming month. My mom and I have had a few conversations about it, but that's all. The anniversary, if that's the appropriate word, happens to fall on the same night as the Oscars. We're planning on having a little party to celebrate how far I've come in the past year. It's hard to believe sometimes that a year ago this time, all I could think about was how to end my life.
But enough about that.
I've read 13 books this month. Actually, I think I might have read more than that, but I'm too lazy to go upstairs and jot down the titles. I've been keeping track of them in my profile, but I haven't been near my home computer in a week and a half. Work has been really busy, but, also, it's very cold down here, so I haven't been very inclined to stray far from the warmth of the couch.
On Sunday, my parents, Tom, Jill, and I went for high tea at the Drake. That was a lot of fun, albeit expensive. I love their cucumber sandwiches.
In other news, Horton has had yet another one of his lackeys contact me about some dataset or another that I haven't worked on since before my attempt (read: a year ago). The last time he did this, the lackey was also a friend, so I let her down gently, telling her that she should have Horton contact me. Now it's someone I've never particularly liked. I think it's time to email Horton myself and tell him to stick it where the sun doesn't shine.