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Once again, I’m here to emphatically document the uneventful…

This Morning’s WTF
I woke up around 6:30am to the sound of some strange bird calls echoing throughout my concrete jungle. I had to be up anyway to do my morning run, but if I were any of the hundreds of people still attempting sleep at that hour, I would have taken more care in hunting down and killing the sonofabitch responsible. Seriously, Seattle is a highly populated city. What birds are you calling? And with a nasty screech like that, even if there were birds around, rest assured they’re gone now.

Every Morning’s WTF
No matter what, there are always several people who get on the bus and pull out their laptops. The ride is 20 minutes, 30 minutes tops. What the hell do you think you’re accomplishing that can’t wait until you get to the office? If you need to be at work so bad, take an earlier bus so I don’t have to deal with you.

This morning, some flipper baby plopped down next to me and opened a too-big-even-for-her-wide-lap-top, invading my arm space to use it. Her flipper hand was on the side closest to me, so I gawked at it while she used the other hand to type. Her middle three fingers twisted in such ways that caused them to resemble lumps of play-doh with fingernails at the end. I wonder how much of an inconvenience those are.

The Good Part
I bounced out of the compound with Mark Farina’s “Mushroom Jazz 1″ in my ears. By far the housiest of his Mushroom Jazz compilations, it reminded me how much I love to dance. (Plans for a one-woman at-home dance party are scheduled for this evening.) I crossed the bridge over Highway 5 to a bongo beat and sunshine falling upon me. Yes, it wasn’t just “bright out.” I saw the sun. In your fucking FACE, California!

Once on the bus and dealing with flipper-laptopper, I got to admire the choppy side of Lake Washington in the sunlight. I’ve found that I tend to gravitate toward the right side of the bus, and it may be just for the several minutes of aqueous tumultuousness… ess… ess-ess.

Now I’m at work, and nothing awful has happened yet. In fact, one of my most obnoxious coworkers just left the company, so I will no longer hear his disgusting coughs and farts, nor will I have to evade his awkward attempts at feeble conversation which verify we have nothing in common. In addition, he left me his ergonomic chair and a peeeimp wireless keyboard. Now if I could find a screwdriver so I can steal his sound card, I’d be set.