I stopped at Hines Public Market Coffee this morning to get my regular decaf americano. The people sitting at the table were having a discussion about how much sleep each person requires and can get away with. I've had this conversation many times myself. All of a sudden, I had an epiphany: no one ever comes up with any new information in this conversation and one never gets any useful information from this conversation. So why do we have it?
So in the interests of shortening the discussion if I ever get dragged into it again, here's my sleep stuff. I will merely refer you to this entry if I am drawn into the repartee again. I like 8 or more hours. I get 6 to 8 hours normally. I make up for it by sleeping longer on weekends. I am in my 30s, and I can't get away with staying up all night anymore.
How does one introduce oneself to a random person in whom you have a crush? There's a girl who frequently rides the same bus I do. She dresses professionally, although she looked a little bit more casual today and carried a resume in her bag. Like most bus passengers, I don't talk to the other people. I have no common frame of reference, other than the bus (and I will not try to start a conversation about bus travel!). Most likely I shall just notive her on occasion when we catch the same bus.
The bus driver really shouldn't try to read the paper while driving, even if we are stopped at a light.
Cars appeared to be driving across the 10th floor of the Washington Mutual building downtown. It was just a reflection through the bus windshield, but the vision brought images of The Fifth Element to mind.
I am guaranteed to either arrive just in time for the 554 to Eastgate, or I will will just miss it. No matter what time I leave from Eastlake this happens.
I had other observations along the way, but having failed to record them fast enough, they are forever lost to posterity. Except that I will probably make the same observations then next time I commute.