Standing at the Jackson blue line stop over analyzing a picture of “The East side of Dearborn”. There is a roll of toilet paper on the track,what a waste. I had just come from a place with none.
I could have been home by now if I didn’t decide to take the long way to avoid walking in the rain. It is one of those cold and rainy days. These days are perfect for reading and perhaps some tea.
I have never wrote about anything while in transit before.
I am think I am mildly depressed today. I a sitting in the living room while drinking wine. I have just finished by taxes and I stare blankly at the computer screen. What do I do now? I could get up and make dinner for myself but I am not hungry. I could watch a movie but I don’t feel like doing so. Perhaps I might read. I could finish drinking wine and go to bed. I have an interview tomorrow . I have a 90-95% chance of getting this job. My room mate and his ex girlfriend have high positions in the company. I am constantly hearing “In Chicago…it’s who you know.” from the both of them. But I always have this ounce of doubt when dealing with anything. You always have to have that little amount there in case you don’t find what you are looking for, that way you can fall back on the fact that you didn’t think it was possible anyways. This may not be a good way to go about life.
My neck is stiff and I feel out of shape. I must make myself a hula hoop. My apartment is not big enough to hoop in. Perhaps the kitchen is big enough, we will have to see.
I felt spring today. I can see it just over the horizon. I can smell the sweet air and feel the sunshine.