Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 9:00 a.m.
in mouth. Teeth on thumb. Chew chew chew. Worry worry worry. That’s all I ever
do. Worry. I worry that I left the stove on. I worry that I won’t get to work
on time. I worry that I didn’t raise my kids right. I worry that nobody really
loves me. I worry that I have cavities. I worry that I’ll fall and break
something. I worry that I’ll get mugged. I worry that I haven’t seen enough of
the world. I worry that I’ve seen too much of the world. I worry that my worrying
will cause health problems.
I don’t know what to do about it, though. So I
chew, chew on my thumb, for what little comfort it provides.
Sorry that all these posts have been from the Purple Line this week. Hopefully there will be some stories from Montreal next week, though! That'll be a change of pace.
Moody's tonight. Burgers and sangria. Aw yiss.