As one man takes offense at being prejudged by a stereotype, another will reinforce it by claiming it as his identity.

Someone on this train's been in a fight with a skunk.

Argh. Stuck under the bay again.

There's a half-naked guy dancing in front of the building. Not sure if he's high or just festive.

About to pay $300 an hour to be told how screwed I am. Happy Tuesday!

Way overdid the gel today. On the bright side, if there's a fire I can cut an escape route through my window with my hair.

Never fails... Every time I make it to the train with time to spare, I get stuck in one of Oakland's intestines.

I have Christmas music stuck in my head. Thanks a lot, sibs.

Some days I almost regret selling my soul to Juan Valdez.

Must... Have... Coffee...