The fish lives in the subway rush, anonymous

[hummingwolf]

Saturday: After so many times when I'd wanted to go out and be social but had to put up with my body getting in the way, I was desperate to hang out with people--or at least do something worthwhile--yesterday. My plan was to go to the library to drop off some books, then call one of the Mad Science crew to ask if anyone would be willing to pick me up at their local Metro station if I left then. Just as I was going down the front sidewalk, hasufin called and asked if I was coming, so after asking if it would be okay if I got there in about an hour & a half and receiving an affirmative response, I went on my way.

Well, the best-laid plans of hummingwolves and men aft get screwed up by the whims of Metrorail. Several different lines had major delays yesterday due to track maintenance, so not only was I later than I'd originally hoped to be, but I was later than even my revised estimate. Also had to deal with standing in possibly the most crowded train I've ever been in, where I ended up all the way to the back of the car where there was nothing to hold on to. It's a good thing I have strong legs, because subway surfing is not easy. Eventually did arrive at my destination though, and while I was waiting to be picked up I enjoyed a gorgeous shower of falling leaves.

So, tiring trip, but for the first time in ages I got to spend a couple hours with the Mad Scientists! It was good. Was invited to go to a party, then realized that in my current state this was probably a bad idea. Came back again (shorter trip and there was a chance to sit down), bought a carton of orange juice on the way home, and prepared to collapse in bed and fall asleep. The falling asleep took some time, though, since some neighbors were being a little on the noisy side late into the night. Good thing the landlord is a night owl--as I figured he would be, he was still awake when I called his line and got the neighbors' number so I could ask them to please turn the volume down a bit. They were gracious partiers and promptly quieted down enough to make sleep possible, so I slept.

Sunday: Mostly stayed in bed. Legs hurt. Never left the house. Entered a mildly altered state of consciousness thanks to tiredness + music + pretty lights, but it wasn't unwelcome.

MegaHAL says:

Rain breaking over the roof, and the notion of worlds are thin;
to sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
for it is for maintenance purposes only. However,
although they are letting go.
from any old sound that you gave without taking
your kisses turbulent, unspent
to where the sungod rises. There poseidon went
to storm clouds moving in an extremely balanced phase today, which gives
way across town
lit my eyes, my shoes,
a candy bar wrapped in gold and the blue bitter smoke of burned meat. The fire in a subway train,
and i'm learning not to act with dispatch and vigor,
cannot be shown mercy.

Mercifully, there was no fire in the subway train yesterday. There wasn't even bitter smoke, though some passengers exuded odd smells (generally alcoholic). Perhaps tonight, even though there is no rain or even balanced storm clouds, the notion of worlds will thin enough for me to dream of other worlds--for maintenance purposes, naturally.