I was on the bus after work yesterday, and there were slim pickins’ for seats. I was about to sit in the back row, but I ended up sitting on the seats that face towards the aisle (over the wheel) next to the back row instead. I hate sitting in the back row because my feet can’t touch the ground. But there was a bum sitting there, too.

My seat was still really close to him. He was reading the paper or doing something, and he kept jabbing my hair accidentally. He was also really sniffly and snotty.

Sitting next to me was a guy who took up about 2/3 of our seat. He leaned forward and proceeded to sleep. However, he kept falling into me.

I was leaning forward to avoid the bum, but I still had to lean towards the bum because of this sleeping giant. If I hadn’t leaned away, the guy’s head would have been right in front of my face. And I couldn’t tell if the stench was coming from him either.

I didn’t want to stare at the bum, but I think he was changing. At one point, he was shirtless because he changed out of a shirt and put on a vest??

Tomorrow is a full bus day. I’m leaving the car at home after I get my snow tires on. I’m bussing out to the movie theatres to lead a training session for the Vancouver Asian Film Festival. Then I’m off to get some career advice from an astrologist, and then it’s off to Mr. Nick’s!

Oooh, tonight I’m going to do some baking. I hope it doesn’t take too long. I want to watch TV. I’m baking peanut blossoms for a friend’s birthday tomorrow. I call them breast cookies because they remind me of breasts. And I’m going to try these peanut butter and jam cookies, too! Oh oh. I think I gave Mr. Nick the jam that I would have used!