The city felt sortra weird when I got back from White Plains. Norm dropped me off at 86 and Lex. As if talking about how paranoid everyone's getting on the drive back to the city wasn't enough ... I step up to the subway booth to get a token and the woman depended I unfold my money. I've never been asked that before but something tells me it's something I'll have to get used to.

Yay for anthrax scares!

I felt a little after having lunch. Sushi. I think it's the wasabi. Something about it puts me in a slightly better mood. I wasn't giddy like I am sometimes though. I was just a little more talkative and terribly sarcastic. I mean ... I'm always sarcastic. I got like 50 bucks. So at least I'm not totally broke. Besides the whole subway token booth there was some investigation and the trains were running all weird. I took the 6 trains running on the 4/5 track to Grand Central and then to 7 to Times Square like I always do, people-shuffled my way through Port Authority, got outside and caught the first bus home.

The guy sitting next to me had weird breath. Not really ... bad ... just ... weird. What made it even worse was when he decided to yack on his cell phone for the first half of the ride. I came very close to offering him one of my Certs. But he had a big build and could totally kick my ass. Hell ... a four year old could probably kick my ass.

Know what I find sexy? That little whistling noise made sometimes when you're breathing. Not like when you're all stuffy or so with a cold. I realized how much I like it when the guy sitting behind me on the bus was making the noise whenever he inhaled.

I'm weird.

The rest of my day was pretty much a roller coaster. I was too tired and it was too late for me to walk over to Pathmark, so I got a couple things at the deli on the corner. Apple juice, ginger ale (I like mixing those two for cheap apple cider), milk, chocolate cake square, corn muffin, a Red Bull and a turkey sandwich. The guy who works there is so nice. I'd lie if I said most people weren't nice to me. I don't even have to know 'em. Opening doors for me, offering me their dryers, giving me student discounts even though I'm not a student and don't show student ID. Yet, I can't get a date if my life depended on it. People are weird. I keep thinking it's because they see me as helpless. Perhaps ... handicapped? I dunno. Humans baffle me.