On November fourth I wrote that the day
before I left at 4 and took the train from PHill. I called the house from Embarcadero and had
to call mom because they were at the library.
The train got me to Powell late and I had to sit near these two women
that were really rude. I had placed my
bag on one of theirs and she made a lot of negative comments and the whole
thing escalated throughout the ride.
They physically assaulted my newspaper.
I went to the grocery and made dinner at
the house. Mom ate soup with me. She had only had coffee up to that point so
had been napping. Dad was concerned. I did some social media stuff then and
finished the dishes before I headed down to post and work on my essay—I was
coding the parts for integration. The
internet was crap. I was asleep at 1100.
In the morning on the day that I wrote
this I was up at 630 and took the bus to Powell and got coffee. I bumped into an old coworker on the
train. He hates his commute. I noted that I should help him out or
something.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This
Notebook Analysis series is meant to
be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In
each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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