Tonight at 11:59 the polar clock will have 6 closed circles. At midnight they will all be dots indicating the beginning of the first second of the first minute of the first hour of the first day of the first week of the first month.

(posted Saturday 2011/12/31)

12/12/11 11:00am CT

I took the Metra train from the suburbs to Union Statio, arriving an hour before the Amtrak train was scheduled to leave. I was compelled to briefly go outside. A young man approached me. “My lovely, divine Grace,” he said making a flourishing gesture.

He is drunk, I thought to myself.

“You are so divine your name should be Grace.”

“It isn’t,” I said with a sigh. And realized I should not have. He may ask what my name is, to which I did not want to answer. Thankfully he did not ask. He again said it should be Grace.

He proceeded to show me his many “battle” scars: this one on his scalp, see the scar? And this scar? He shows me another portion of his scalp, where staples used to be. And here, he pulls his pant leg up and shows me the back of his leg. “A pit bull bit me.” I see the obvious teeth marks, although they looked almost human. But above it, two puncture marks spaced several inches apart.

“I have been jumped many times, seven times. I have been out of prison for four years.”

“I am King David,” he declared. “Your King David.” He reached his right hand out and touch my left shoulder, gripping it. I did not pull away, I did not even flinch. He did not smell like liquor, or anything other alcoholic beverage, yet he was under the influence of some sort of mind altering substance.

Just then two men walked passed us. “David”, who was still talking to me stumbled a little, causing one of the passersby to bump into him. “David” got angry and began cursing at the men, asking if they wanted to “start” something. At first the men paid no attention to him.

“Hence the reason you have been in many fights?” I asked him.

“I do NOT get into fights,” he insisted. “I get jumped. I have been jumped seven times, I have even won some of them, but I do not get into fights.”

Right, I thought. Semantics.

He walked over to the two men and threatened them, demanding to know if they wanted to fight him. He walked away from them, still muttering about having been jumped, but not being in actual fights.

The men started to go after him, threatening him. I shifted towards them, shook my head and told them I suspected he was rather drunk, indicating they should perhaps let the matter drop. They allowed the man to walk away. I went back inside and headed to the gate where my train would eventually arrive.

Me (looking at theride website): Let’s see, if I take the Rt 4 bus to YTC, I’ll have to wait an hour for the Rt 20… Coworker: What, you don’t have the entire bus schedule memorized by now? Me: You’d think. But, no. Memory issues. It’s like a sieve.

Just dreamed I got lost at the hospital where I work, discovered a floor on which medical experiments were being done on patients went bad & turned them into zombies. I ended up being chased by them & couldn’t get out of the hospital.

8/5/11

A car driver thought, for whatever reason, it would be fun to zoom out of a business parking lot driveway directly in front of an oncoming bus thus causing the bus driver to slam on the brakes. The dozen or so of us passengers were not injured. The car driver probably had to change his or her underwear.

Today’s bus adventure: I was going home from Meijer, the bus driver went about a mile & a half or so, stopped behind another waiting bus and told us we all had to switch to the other bus, which we did.