i feel like...

sometimes San Francisco just does it to fuck with me. I descended into the Bart tunnel feeling grateful and relieved that I lived through the day, and was greeted by my favorite punk-rock Johnny Cash sound-a-like rockin' out on his acoustic. I enter the tunnel and get on the train, which is when the calls begin. My roommate's number pops up on my phone, and I ignore it since I'm in tunnel. Then he calls again. And again. And again. The strangeness begins.

I exit the tunnel and begin my four block trot home. While I spent the first block contemplating if I should buy an enourmous bag of Sun Chips or maybe a tub of ice cream to cuddle with my angry hungover tummy (i decided not to, thank you very much. there is a remnant of will power left in this mopey body.), the strangness ensued on the second block. I come upon a young man and his very young little son staring straight up into the sky. Staring. Not looking, not gazing, staring. Straight up. So I stopped and asked them, "What are you guys staring at?" Unfortunately, these two didn't speak very much English and so their explanation was a little...muddled. Here is what I heard, "There are stars, up there, you see? 30 stars. It's the ozone!" Oh ya, did I mention it was 5:30pm? That the sun was shining? That the sky was blue, and presumably NOT falling...

I looked, I stared, I peered, but all I saw was bright blue sky. So I kept walking, but now I'm walking down the street trying to ignore the irrational side of my brain that is now convinced that the ozone has broken open and any minute all hell is going to break loose.

But then I saw a teenage boy execute his first successful parallel parking job! Which was adorable. And uplifting.

But then a mexican man waiting on the corner started following me and calling me all sorts of "sitas" that I didn't know. Which was creepy.

But then I crossed the street and saw a young woman playing with a kitten that was in a yard on the street. Which was adorable. And uplifting.

And this entire time, my phone keeps ringing and ringing while my roommate's phone continues to accidentally call me, over and over and over.

What a weird twenty minutes...