While I've always enjoyed the Police song 'Don't Stand So Close To Me,' only recently has it become a Josh mantra. While no one actually wants anyone to sit next to them on the el, at a certain point a vacant seat next to you becomes an insult, y'know? The train will get fairly packed, the obvious double-up will occur. Pretty much everyone on the train is sitting next to someone. It's at this point that my attitude switches from "Wow, that's cool that I've got the seat to myself," to "Why the hell won't anyone sit next to me?" It becomes picking teams for kickball in grade school all over again, and again, I'm last. Yet another issue to throw on the heap once I finally stop holding off the inevitable and start going to therapy.

So this was spookey...I was in Marshall Fields on my lunchbreak today - which, by the way, the one downtown is the best single department store on the planet - and as I'm walking out I think to myself, "Hmm, this muzak sounds familiar." So I actually stop to listen, and it turns out to be that Coolio song 'Gangsters Paradise.' What kind of society are we living in where Gangsters Paradise gets turned into Muzak?!

The smell of a lint vent from a dryer going out into a cold alley is a great thing. It's warm. It's cozy. It's everything Snuggles the fabric softener bear has faught for! Yeah, I SO need to go to sleep. Later.