My First Day (or, Worst Day on the Metro)

It was one of the worst starts to my day ever. I got snot on my hand in the metro.

I reached around the closest support pole, and when I pulled my hand away again, it felt . . . wet. Bad enough. But when I looked closer, I found a slime on my pinky that could be nothing other than snot. I wiped it on the housing supplement.

But there's really no way to get over that.

I still feel a little sick, but when I got to the coffee shop, I washed my hands thoroughly (I'm once read in a sunday school bathroom that "thorough" is 15 seconds, or as long as it takes you to sing "Jesus Loves the Little Children." This is now the gauge I always use.), and then drank a frappuccino out of spite for snot everywhere.

I'll probably just be posting short posts like this about my day, for fun and because I opened this blog, so I might as well use it.