I'm just getting over my migrane. I didn't used to have them, ever, even in the pressurecooker of college (such as the time I crammed an entire semester into 12 days of studying on 3 hours of daily sleep and still managed to get an A but lost out on the props-meter because some other crazier dude did it in 7 days). But now I get them on a fairly regular basis (once a month), and they are now lasting about a day and a half. This one started yesterday morning. So anyway, I was on the train by myself yesterday. (Stay with me here, you'll see where this is going.) Normally, I ride the train with my co-worker buddy, Liz. She's one of those people that gets her way with things, so we usually end up getting on the front of the train, her favorite end of the platform. That's OK with me, as both ends are equally as convenient for me to get home. But I prefer the back of the train exit. Yesterday I got on the back of the train for a change. The back of the train is, apparently unbeknownst to me, filled with hot young chicks in tight clothing (some a little too young to be that hot). But with a migrane, being practically pressed up against hot blond chesty white tanktop girl isn't much of a pleasure. All I want to do is sit and close my eyes, and maybe sleep. So I muscle aside hot girl II, give the evil eye to jailbait III, and snag a seat, happy to relieve my pain with a nap. Only something finally catches my eye. The migrane must have distracted me something aweful, because directly across from me was seated quite the spectacle indeed. Twins! Needless to say, I didn't take that nap.