I barely slept and I'm so overstimulated that I maybe can't feel my fingers? 2pm can't get here soon enough.
I only have to make sure I don't pass out as soon as I get through the door of my apartment. Got invited to a gathering but I can't imagine being a good guest at this point. I'm so tired/wired I'm like a glossy magazine column/Mastodon meme.
I did surprisingly no reading on this trip. Didn't watch any movies either. I just listened to TANIS for hours upon hours.
(h/t of sorts to @rustyk5 for the rec/reminder)
Thing I didn't know until recently: in America so many train stations are called "Union Station" not because of a Civil War thing but because private railroads used to operate their own private stations. At some point they consolidated and shared a station, hence "Union". America's first Union Station is in Indianapolis.
(of course I know it's not reasonable to feel this way. Maybe there aren't stairs that go between. Maybe the woman has a poorly reconstructed knee like my 4th grade teacher Ms. Mu. Maybe she was treating herself to a relaxing elevator ride. And, of course, I'm certainly not entitled to a quick trip. This is a bit. Thanks for reading)
(oh, also, apologies to @jwithy who I think works on one of those floors? It's not personal, buddy)
My (completely irrational) dislike for those who work on floor 15 has been cemented.
Background: I work on the 25th floor of a 27 story building. There are elevators that serve 2-15 and 15-27.
This morning I entered elevator 11 and pressed the button for 25. As I was the only person in the elevator, I expected a quick ride. However we stopped on 15 to pick up a passenger, and she rode the elevator 1 floor to floor 16.