Bear tracks

It was cold today.

Standing at the train station, huddling over for warmth as the train arrived, it occurred to me that the screeching sound the wheels sometimes make doesn't bother me anymore. Y'know, the nails-on-the-blackboard, tearing metal sound you sometimes get. When I first started highschool, it was akin to physical pain - I would wince every time a train screeeeched past. Now, five and a half years later, I just kind of watch impassively and then get on. Funny how you get used to stuff like that.

A little bit later, I'm sitting in my Legal class, rubbing my hands together and not paying as much attention as I seem to be, and I realise that I'm sleepier than usual. This in itself isn't particularly unusual - I generally sleep from midnight until seven, which is a fair bit less than the ten hours I'm apparently supposed to get, and I often miss a couple of hours or a whole night of sleep anyway - but I'd been sleeping better and longer than usual the past few days.

It dawns on me that the cold is making me sleepy. I must be a bear.

I really wanted a hamburger then, too.