twentyfi morning notes

Beep four times, and it has the regularity of a pop song on a pop radio station in the sixties.
Lite light on , snooze ten minutes and go get the happy pill and the wasserschluck to keep it down.
Loo. Wash. Shave. Comb.
Get clothes together.
Nocat.
Hush.
All done at five twenty four.
Sit in the hallway and wait.
Martins bells.
Toll twice.
Out, squeakfree lock mechanism now.
Down street.
Wet underfoot.
Dark.
Through town gate.
cyclist.
idiot thinks he is the only one out at this hour.
near collision.
His schocked face is well worth it all.
Six minutes early.Wait.
Insufficient coins. 2Sense short.
so what.
Bus
railway station – out at the middle door
One smoker in the square, one on the steps.
The law abiding smoker will get really wet.
Three behind the counter. Y's confusion greater than yesterday.
Blog & Eat.
Train late about five. Train actually late at least five.
No seats.
Free seat with four young women, all with fashionable heavy duty spectacles.
Notebooks say they are medical students.
Unfriendly, Aloof, Ignorant and Silent.
Train leaves ten minutes late
The men across the aisle talk technology and shop. And trains.
What else would THEY talk about anyway?
The medical students are now all consulting their telephones.
Occasionally stroke them reverently.

Meet the white lady in Freising
Bitter contumely on account of the delays.

Wait for quarter of an hour for Esban to follow Alex.
Esban is slow, slow in every way.

The bus is there a bus too late.
Writeblog.
Cold grey sunrise to the right.
Dietersheim, bus fills
Heavy traffic on the bee eleven trunk road.
Pass the presidents tower. 87% humidity, wind eight tenths of a meter per second.
Very interesting.
Bus empties.
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