Ugh
Last night I was coming home from visiting my cousin in Palo Alto and I decided to take the 31 bus because I didn't want to wait for the 38; I was tired and I had a headache and waiting another 5 minutes seemed too long. While on the 31 I saw a building that had either been on fire, or it had been the scene of a murder, or both. I was just looking at it wondering if it was blood or water on the sidewalk out front when out bus slammed in to the station wagon in front of it. The drivers got out and talked and the sation wagon owner I guess decided it wasn't worth the trouble and drove off the wrong way down the street. When i got home my roommates asked me "how was Palo Alto?" I said it was alright except that I got a really bad headache. Then I took 3 Walprophen (Walgreen's brand Ibprophen) and went to bed. But I couldn't sleep I lied awake thinking. "Hey, when did I become so jaded that none of what happened seems worth mentioning?" When our bus hit that car, I didn't think "Gee,e that that person isn't dead." I though "Aw fuck, how long is this going to take? Maybe I should try to catch another bus." I miss having a soul.