My second time riding the bus in two days. I wonder if it's always going to be this exciting.
A woman had a seziure on the bus. She fell down right in front of me. She was kind of on her side, so her face was pointed pretty much directly at me, but she wasn't looking at me. A blank expression on her face. Saliva started coming out of her mouth. Someone told the bus driver. The bus driver called in. An ambulance and a fire truck came within probably about two minutes. Some people got off the bus. I stayed on. The paramedics came on the bus, got her sitting in a seat, started asking her questions. "What day is it today?" I couldn't hear her answer to that one. "What's your name?" The questioner initially heard "Madeleine", since he repeated that at her. Later it turned to "Natalie". "What day is it today?" That got a response of her last name. Repeated the question. She apparently wasn't with it enough to remember what day it was. They got an oxygen mask on her. The rest of the bus, including me, emptied out at that point, since it was unclear how long it would be. It sounded like we would have to take the next bus. They got her on a stretcher fairly quickly, though, so I think she was relatively okay. We all piled back on the bus.
hrafn left later than I did, but I saw her bus as mine was taking off, so we got to Sullivan Square at about the same time and rode in together. Don't even ask about the fucking car.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do tonight. Thoughts of T and bus and walking in the possible preceipitation tonight aren't very appealing. Although, right now, the hourly forecast at weather.com says that it's not supposed to start snowing until 3 A.M., so we'll see. According to that forecast, though, it's supposed to be snowing pretty much all day tomorrow. Going to be fun commuting tomorrow. Maybe there will be enough people with the day off that it won't be so bad. Hmm. I should probably get up early in order to get in okay, which means getting to bed early tonight. So, if I don't go out tonight, then I guess I can pretty easily go to bed early. I can get out of here by 5, be home by 6, eat some leftover meat loaf for dinner, maybe start working on the Krayzen style guide, then read my book until I fall asleep, maybe around 9 or 10.
Sounds thrilling. Man, I really need to eat now. Time for the usual bagel and soy shake, I guess. But, blah, going down to the cafeteria seems like so much effort right now. And then I'll ahve to come back up. And then I'll have to spread stuff on the bagel. And then I'll have to eat it. And then I'll probably have to hunt down work, since I don't really have anything to do that's worthwhile.
I can't wait until lunch.