You mean I gotta drink this coffee hot?!?

Subliminal advertising is no longer subliminal. I have come to this realization as I stare at the animated coffee sign hanging in the window of the café across the street. It is a simple sign, that for less than a second says the word "coffee" in an italic, red script; quickly changing to a yellow coffee cup with white squiggles of steam rising from the top. It's very silly looking, and makes you question how pretentious the owners must be to think this a fabulous sign. Yet, for some reason, the moment I set eyes on it, I wanted nothing more than a nice, big, smooth, heart-warming cup of coffee.

I will now fight this temptation by making a cup of Darjeeling tea.

How did I miss all the Spare the Air days?

It seems as though everyone I know hates riding BART. I rather enjoy it. It's yet another little action that makes me feel like I am doing my part to save the planet. I don't know that I really enjoy riding during commute hours, but I still find it exciting every time I get on a train. I love to watch the landscape passing by; a blur of steel and concrete, hillsides and houses, and thousands upon thousands driving their automobiles down the highways. But the tunnels do get a tad boring.

The driver of this train sounds slightly crazy. His voice is exuberant each time he comes over the P.A., announcing stations as if they each led to some wondrous new destination in a newly opened section of Disneyland. Mum says she thinks he may be the same driver who announced that they had installed windows in the Trans-Bay Tube so the passengers could watch the fish. Apparently they were stopped in the Tube for a long time that day. He quickly admitted that he had been joking, and soon they were on their way. Oh, how I wish I had been there.*

"Good Morning BART riders! Welcome to San Francisco!"

Does he really have to be so enthusiastic? It's too early for that shit.

* note the sarcasm.

I didn't know reunions could be so...

I don't know why I am so surprised that I can't sleep right now. It's not like it's anything new for me to not get any sleep the night before an important day. Even though I was so exceptionally tired not more than an hour ago, and decided that a shower in the morning would work much better than taking one tonight, I am remarkably awake now. So I've begun writing. I haven't done this very much lately, and feel that I should make an attempt to keep up my creativity. I have also been inspired recently by the slow (but hopefully soon to be steady) return of the original inspiration. It's nice to hear her words again. They still dance around my head every day, and I'm glad that she has begun writing again.

• I shall re-read thoughts from years gone by.
• I shall refresh the memories and dust off the pictures in the photo album of my mind.
• I shall return the needle to the first groove of the record so the words can keep dancing until the morning.
• I shall.....go to sleep before I start to sound far too cheezy.

The point is, I'm going to start writing more often. That is, I am going to write as often and as much as I can. If I have a moment to spare, and some thoughts in my head, I will write them down. I'm going to begin this the old fashioned way (pen and paper), simply because:
a) I do still love pens and notebooks,
and b) it's somewhat more convenient than my computer, as I don't have a portable one to write on.

Some of my "Pen and Paper" entries (such as this one) will make it online. But I doubt that all of them will be worth publishing on the web.

Now, I really do have to get to sleep. It's after 2 am, and I have to be up at 7:30. Goodnight.