Taking the train into the city with W. We're walking down the platform, toward a row of three plastic bucket chairs. The seats are right on the edge facing the track, so you have to climb over them to get across. I need to buy a ticket, so I kneel on the seat and face back to a ticket machine that's behind each seat. The middle one is broken, so that doesn't help much. The train's coming in, so I have to do this quickly. I move to the next machine, and start punching buttons. It starts out normally, but then it asks some really weird questions, totally irrelevant to the situation. I finally cancel out, since the train's stopped in front of us. We get on, and I figure I'll just buy a ticket from the guy on board. I'm telling W about the machine, and she's laughing away.

Sitting on a couch, hanging out with JB and his family. I'm blowing bubbles with my feet somehow. There must be a tub of bubble soap on the floor, because I put my legs down, and then wave my feet in the air and create these massive cylindrical bubbles. Some of them are three feet wide, and they don't pop easily.