Ride the Train

Feeling tired today due to no sleep last night. Again! I have to see about letting go of all thinking and obsessing over stuff. I don't enjoy this and I think I want to move on to other stuff.

I went to my sister's last night and in order to get to her house I had to take the stupid 7 Train. Out of all the subways lines in New York City this is the only line where you are guaranteed to have 1. a crying child or crying children, 2. no availability of seats no matter what time of day it is and 3. constant pushing and shoving. I hate it. I hate this line because it's always packed, noisy and smelly.

Anyway, the reason why i went to my sister's is because i had to go to staples to pick up a filing cabinet and I was offered a ride home which is always welcomed. I had to start picking up and cleaning my apartment since I had become fearful that I may one day get lost in there and noone would find me. I pictured myself underneath a pile of clothes struggling for my own life. The scene would be very dramatic and I would not be able to reach the phone. So I started cleaning and picking up and so far so good. I fixed my closet. Which leads to my next question: Why is it that if I have so much clothes in so many different styles, colors, you name it, why do i end up wearing the same thing over and over again? This answer to this might never be known, nevaaa!

In other news, today is VoxInfo's Birthday. Please all join in to wish the top conspiracist an Uber happy Birthday!