this harried businesswoman was walking fast toward the elevator i was occupying. she creeped me out in a hey she looks like one of those rare fascist librarians who is pro-censorship kind of way. i pressed the close door button but it didn't close fast enough so she got on, immediately thanking me for holding the elevator because all she saw was my pushing a button. she didn't know which button. i made it to my floor but i stand by my decision. this city is getting too crowded and people i'm in tight quarters with are nowhere near cute enough lately. the city is turning metaphorically beige. it was already fleece. now it's beige fleece. it doesn't at all look the opening credits to juno. not at all.