Our writing today shall take place: on the subway.
Well, we got the laminate started tonight. Hopefully we get it figured out tomorrow and things start to move a bit more quickly.
On the positive side of things: the painting (other than the interior doors) is finished! Also: I set up an appointment to get our internet hooked up down there on Thursday.
There are only four other people in the subway car with me and I don't like the looks of any of them. The kid blaring his music loud enough to share with the rest of us probably has a gun somewhere in those ridiculously baggy jeans. Maybe even a sniper rifle down a pant leg or something.
I bet the girl in the glasses pretending to read her book has enough explosives in her backpack to send us all to heaven and back, twice over. I'm on to her game.
The woman speaking softly into her cellphone? Arranging a drug deal. I can see it in her eyes.
And the old guy who wants us all to think he's sleeping is definitely a serial killer. Though I'll admit the drool is a nice touch. Quite convincing.
I lift my newspaper higher but keep my eyes bouncing between the lot of them. I'm ready for whatever is about to happen. One false move and the dynamite strapped to my chest will show them all who the boss is in here.