Fell asleep on the train again last night and woke up 40 minutes past my stop, out at some station I didn’t even recognize, no idea which side the platform for the way back was even on.
Been doing the run-walk thing on the trail near the house for a few weeks now, nothing fancy, just alternating a short jog with walking so my knees don’t complain, and between that and the commute I’m apparently just running on empty by the time I get on the train home. The commute alone doesn’t leave much room for anything, and lately I’ve been too wiped to even do the basic stuff for my skin once I’m actually home (which is its own whole mess I won’t get into here).
Sat on a bench at the wrong station for a while waiting on the next train back, and honestly it wasn’t the worst, just me, a vending machine, and some guy walking his dog. Kept thinking about that CD I keep going back and forth on breaking too, like my brain picked the least convenient moment to work through it, staring at an empty platform instead of sleeping when I had the chance.
Made it home eventually. Itchy elbows and all, but home.