Good for Nothing Ramble I'm sitting on a train platform, the sun can't make up its mind as to whether or not it wants to come out, although its out now and its very warm. All I can hear are cars scurrying along the road just above the station itself: some roaring, some gentle, some speeding, some cruising. There's a man sitting next to me squinting through his glasses reading the paper who keeps shaking his leg...I want to punch him. In the most non-violent sense of the act. I have ten minutes until my train arrives. All I can think about is how silly I was to think that, because one of my toes went numb during the night, I had nerve damage. Suns gone in now, it's rather chilly. Though it's England; what do I expect? California sunshine, that's what I expect! Why is it even though I've shaved my legs, goose pimples make them look like I haven't from afar? This is another reason why the sun should stay out. I've realised I'm rambling. But I've just killed four minutes! Had I of not started this I'd have only spent those four minutes wallowing in a pit of despair; why doesn't my one true love love me back? Why do my legs look unshaven? Why aren't I wealthy? Why aren't I a supermodel? Why can't people tell the difference between 'your' and 'you're'? For that reason alone this was worthwhile. P.S if you're wondering, my toe is no longer numb.