To my joy, the ride back looked like one of the old trains, beautifully aged and warm in welcome. Did i mention warm? To my horror, the air conditioner had forgotten how to work...


I tried opening the windows, the first two i tried i assume haven't been opened in a very long time so that the grit and old old age had the windows content with staying shut. Feeling stupid I look at the few opened windows to check i was meant to pull the windows down. I was. So I walk around and try open as many windows as i can, speaking openly that "we'll all die of suffocation" to no one in particular but knowing everyone probably agreed.


Sitting was too hot, doing anything was too hot. I refused to listen to my music because of the fear my ears might get even hotter. So i stood and faced the world from the inside of the aged train. I'd never done that before. Surprisingly the consistency of the track's heartbeat was as soothing as it was loud. And i let what little breeze decided to relieve me, do so. Then my new found freedom and cooling technique was stopped short because an acquaintance came to sit to my right. Not next to me, but diagonally opposite me so that connecting us would make the hypotenuse of the invisible triangle. So to ignore her and continue kneeling on my chair, facing out through the window would be rude; as well as stirring suspitions I had ADD, was strange or something to that tune.

Speaking of trains...

Would you buy me a train? Please?

oh, i managed to export 467mL's of blood today in record time of 11:14. Try beat me! My blood's pretty flash! what can i say? God makes no mistakes! wahahahaha! (yes, the humbling process will probably involve a bolt of lightening and the ground swallowing me up)