2007-02-07 - 10:23 a.m.
These seats are not made for tall, lanky boys to sleep in. I also doubt they were made for short lanky boys, tall pudgy girls, or any other combination of height, weight, and sex. However, I eked out seven and a half hours of sleep with relative comfort, so I can’t complain too much.
For breakfast this morning I had two fruit cups and a dozen spoonfuls of double chocolate cookie crumbs. My mom gave me a big bag of cookies and somehow most of the cookies crumbled, even with nothing touching the bag. I wasn’t about to let it go to waste and let’s face it—after knitting a sweater in front of other passengers for two days, what sort of pride do I have to protect. So I shamelessly picked up my spoon, dug into the bag, and happily ate spoonful after spoonful of cookie crumbs.
I also finished knitting the front panel of my sweater this morning, a task that took me two days in Train Time and would have taken me a week or two in Real People Time. What’s great is that all of the passengers have seen me knit the sweater over the past couple of days, so I’ll have people come up to me during the day and ask me if I’m finished yet. It’s like we’re all in this sweater knitting project together. I like the scenario where the train will blow up unless I finish the sweater in two days, so everyone’s completely hung-up on whether I will finish—we all live!—or I fail—we all become fireballs! But that’s overplaying the importance of knitting, isn’t it?
Train BF and I spent several hours last night talking about books and music, a conversation which was kind of depressing and relieving at the same time. First of all, he’s one of those Lord Byron figures, a handsome, brooding writer who just wants to drink red wine, charm women, and feel depressed all the time. Whenever I meet people like this, I feel so happy that I’m not one of them—it seems like so much weight, doesn’t it? On the other hand, he’s 19 and has read a ridiculous amount of literature for someone his age. It makes me wonder what on earth I was doing at 19. Oh wait, I remember—-dying my hair blonde, wearing cheetah pattern snap-on bracelets, and listening to The Corrs all the time. It was a particularly gay time in my life, if any of you recall. Which I'm sure many of you can all too painfully remember.
We’re supposedly getting into Seattle in an hour or so but they haven’t given any announcements yet. Right now it’s a lot of streams, mountains, and pine trees. Which is a pretty good place to be.
