Safely on the train

after a half-mad rush through the subway. Morning rush hour was, thankfully, merciful. Epic confusion in Penn Station of the "where in god's name anre the amtrack trains" variety in the *dead midst* of morning rush hour. Nonetheless, success with minutes to spare! No assigned seating, and Mo and i get split, which is probably for the best at this point. We're both borderline hungover, dangerously caffeinated, and tragically sleep-deprived. But we are safe, and the train is spacious and relaxed, and the aforementioned pbr begins to sing its sweet siren song from the bag, otherwise known as "late lunch"...