Hop on Board --

It was 8:30 when the bus stopped at Tenley Town. By then, I was so nauseous, the idea of eating was making it worse even though I was famished. Though my stomach rebelled against the idea of eating, I knew I needed something in my stomach since I've only had a salad for lunch and 2 bites of snickers during the bus ride in attempts to calm my rumbling tummy. I decided to stick it out and wait until I get home so my stomach can settle a little bit. Serves me right for being late (actually, I was early but not early enough) and having to sit near the back of the bus. Note to self, "arrive earlier."

I was exhausted.

My gosh, the next time will be my trip to Minnesota on Saturday. I really should space these things out better. I continued my trek to the metro and happily dropped my bag to wait for the next train to come. I looked over the illuminated board, I groaned when I saw that the next train to Shady Grove would not be coming for another 11 minutes. I stood there wondering what to do while I waited. I finished the book I'm reading -"Ella Enchanted" (a modern day telling of Cinderella). I then decided to text message my cousins to see what shenanigans they were up to. It seems they were in search of White Castle. The infamous burger place made popular by the movie "Harry and Kumar Go to White Castle." I vaguely remember the movie since it never appealed enough for me to see it. I gave a little chuckle but began again to get antsy.

I wonder why I feel like this? --see the reason from yesterday's blog-- I looked at my phone and scrolled through my contact list. I stopped at a guys name. I stared for a moment and decided I really shouldn't. I may not know the "rules" of the game --that's if I was in a game, I'm not quite sure-- but I sure as hell won't make contact again. It's his turn. Or so I think it anyway.

I'm not one to understand these rules. I think it stupid, immature, and utterly ridiculous and yet I find myself over thinking, yet again. I sighed and tucked my phone in its case and put it away. I stare mindlessly at the tunnel then wondered, when will I get out of this tunnel anyway? I felt a little dishearten. Then the lights flicker indicating an approaching train. I smiled and was hopeful but it wasn't my train. Not yet. I have another 6 minutes to wait. I sighed some more and continued to stare and forcing myself not to think anymore. Sooner or later, the right train will come and I'll get out of this tunnel, which does not seem to end.

Moments later, the light flicker once again. I looked at the dark passageway and saw the train's headlights. I smiled again and thought to myself. I just need to be patient. My train will come, just like this one. I happily hopped in and found an empty seat. I stared out the window and hoped soon, I'll find my way out of yet another tunnel and before long, the right train will come.

I got home and my body relieved to be home and quite bone-weary from travel. I'm glad we didn't go out Saturday night else, I'll be hurting even more. My shoulders are sore from the heavy bag and it seems all the muscles surrounding my trapezious is beginning to join-in the chorus of pain. In hindsight, I should have borrowed mom's carry-on bag. Ah well, next time. I managed to eat some porridge, washed up a bit and hit the bed.

I gave into sleep quite easily this time as compared to oh so many days where I fight the clutches of the sandman. I smiled a weary smile hoping one day I'll be free and then nothing . . . sleep take over me.