Emergency oxen and opium popsicles.

Do you have a tendency toward disaster thinking? I am constantly thinking of possible tragedies and considering what I could do in the event of one, especially in the midst of travelling in a vehicle. On the train, actually, after getting off the train, in the underground track area, I considered what could be done if the whole thing started to collapse. I noticed that at the end of the track, if you jumped a few lines, went across some dirt and ducked behind some construction temporary walls, there was an opening into the parking lot beside. I figured I could dart to that area if I ever needed to. I wondered if it was better to stand under the arches of cement or the x's of cement. I also briefly entertained the idea that somehow, if I found a wire, and there was someone being a huge menace, I could throw a loose wire over the electrified part of the track and use a stick to get the other end to touch the menace and deliver 25,000 volts of kick-ass. That scenario is a bit far-fetched, I know, but I like it.

From other disaster preparing brain activity, I noticed that all the emergency things: first aid, axe, oxygen, oxen(ha. I would LOVE it if places provided emergency oxen in the event of a disaster. Think about it, they probably would come in very handy.) and such, are all in the exact same panel on the train as the high voltage area. What was the designer of that snorting when he submitted that concept? I guess I wonder how much opium popsicles the person who signed off on that idea was licking to ease the effects of the summer heat in his un-air-contidioned office, deep in the bowels of "Train-making Guys Inc."...

At work here, I realize that up on the 28th floor, I'm pretty much frigged if there is any kind of fire or building collapse. I figure the best I could do would be to go the roof in the event of a raging fire below this floor. At least I would be outside and visible to helicopters and in the open air.

At home, I have some places planned out for quick hiding in the event of an axe murderer coming in the middle of the night and have an escape route planned, depending on which window I need to use.

Sometimes, I just think about having a really good peanut butter sandwich.

Oh, by the way, party was good. No outright fistfights, almost everyone got along and pictionary was played, oh yes it was. Props to certain members of the party for being so good at guessing, it was as if they had made a pact with the devil. I'd do it again and I believe I shall.