Aww, man. I could make myself write about what I had planned on, but I'm just not in the mood. It was going to be a somewhat serious piece, full of good childhood memories and my crying like a blubbering idiot. It might have to wait until I've come down from this runner's high.

The park was beautiful this evening. I can't believe how out of shape I am. I did three sets of 10 pushups, and I know I won't be able to do so much as open a door in the morning. That's okay. Tonight's run has made me realize how much I need to clear my mind. Or at least focus my thoughts. 

I saw two things on the subway today. This morning on my way to work from seminary, I saw what must have been the hairiest man I have ever seen. Probably of thousands of jokes exist about the missing link, but this man, he was no joke. I was standing right next to him on the 2 train. He was wearing a polo shirt. He had dark hair that was greying. I happened to look down at his arm, and then I was confused, because my mind went to a kitchen place where they keep steel wool under the sink, you know, in the case of those especially tough stains. That man's arm could scour my pots and pans. Oh man. He had little tufts sticking out from the vee at the front of his shirt, and even at the back of his collar. I did not even want to think about his back. Ew, people.

On my way to the park after work, I was just minding my own business on the train when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was a friend from all the way uptown. We talked for a couple minutes until she had to get off a couple stops later. I was glad to see her. If I still lived up in that neighborhood, it wouldn't be as big of a deal. But, when you've joined a couple million commuters at the end of the day, it really helps to see a familiar face. 

72 degrees today. It's hard being cranky on a Monday when it's so, so beautiful outside.