Ah, teenage poetry. It's always the same...
And let us not forget the lack of poles in the older subway cars. At least I can touch the ceiling in the car. And here by the a/c, I could even touch w/ my head.
Since 930a yesterday, I've walked over 12003 steps. Work's been giving away pedometers, probably b/c of the chubby engineer cliche, which is absolutely true at my work. It's kind of neat to multiply that by my stride and figure out the distance covered.
Now it looks like I'm going to have to run for my next train. Thanks MTA.