Another Week on the Streets

About to head to work. And by that I mean, about to begin an insanely long commute that, if compensated with an hourly wage, would easily pay my utility bills.

I keep forgetting to download new music, a mistake a younger, more vibrant me would have never made. And so it’s the same, increasingly-tired soundtrack on my iPod that will drown out the subway.

It’s two hours without connection to the internet or outside world, two hours gone dark. Some people would tell you this is relaxing, a relief. These strawmen (and women, not to be straw-sexist) are old.

At least I’ll have some time to search for water-type Pokemon.