It’s Monday morning again, against almost everyone’s better judgement.  I’m sitting at the train station, but I’m not entirely sure that I’m on the correct side to board my train.  They’re playing an automated announcement that the northbound train is boarding on the track 1 platform and the southbound train is boarding on the track 2 platform—which is switching the normal sides—but it’s not saying the specific train numbers that are switching, which it usually does.  I’m going to have to pay some attention to any changes in these announcements, but I’m currently waiting on the normally southbound side.

It’s very annoying to have to deal with these seemingly pointless incongruities and alterations so early on a Monday morning.  I don’t feel at all rested from the weekend; I feel physically very tired, as well as mentally and emotionally so.

It would be nice if the Tri-Rail people could just make it clear if there’s going to be an ongoing pattern of switching sides in the morning for a while.  It would be particularly nice if they could tell us what the reason for it is.  That way we might even be able to estimate how long it’s going to keep happening and so not have to keep switching from one side to the other, ourselves.

It’s also an interesting fact to note that on the way back in the evening, the southbound train on which I ride at that time has been arriving on its usual side, so the switching is not continuing on into the evening at least.

I don’t know why they’re doing this.  Possibly if I knew more about their train system’s workings and whatnot I might be able to come up with some reasonable hypotheses, but alas, I don’t know enough to make a good guess.  As it is, it feels like some peculiar, train-related psychological experiment.

I’m going to try to keep these blog posts relatively short if I can—really aiming to keep them down to the 800-ish word count, which is my usual starting goal, but which I usually pass by 200 to 400 words on any given day.  I want to try to preserve the extra time and energy I’ll need to do a little fiction writing every (work) day.  Maybe I should set a new goal of 700 words.

I did do some writing on Extra Body on Saturday—probably slightly less than a full page, since I wrote until I got to the next page as my target, and I was about a half page in, but the story is already just shy of 3600 words long.  As is usually the case, though it took significant mental effort to get going at first, by the time I was almost to where I ended up stopping I felt like I didn’t want to stop.

I’ve been resisting the urge to keep writing, though, because I’m trying to make the limited writing per day work for me to keep from getting carried away and writing too long a story.  Paradox City was meant to be a “short story” and was handwritten in its first draft, but it was nevertheless something like 40,000+ words long.  I don’t recall the exact length, but it’s not what would usually be called a short story; certainly it’s not the kind that might have been published in a magazine in the old days.  But it’s not really quite long enough to be considered a novella.

I don’t know why I’m worried about that notion, though.  I don’t know for sure that shorter stories are better or worse.  I just know that, if I want to keep writing this blog, I can’t write as much per day on fiction as I used to write, since the blog takes up most of the time I would otherwise dedicate to fiction.  And this blog is really my only regular manner of interacting with people in the outside world, apart from those at work.  But work is noisy and lots of the things there don’t make sense and just make me feel uncomfortable, especially during the day when the “music” is turned up so loud.

I don’t know what I’m going to do about any or all of this.  I don’t know why I should do anything at all, ever again.  Probably I shouldn’t.

Oh, by the way, the southbound train just arrived on its usual side, so a bunch of people had to switch.  And on the northbound side—to which I have switched back—I can see the green signal for northbound train traffic, so it seems that the plan is for the northbound train to arrive here.  Apparently that announcement was just an automatic announcement that was left running from before.

It would make me feel a bit better if I knew at least that someone in the Tri-Rail system was embarrassed and chagrined because they realized they had dropped the ball on this issue, and that they resolved to do better from now on.  However, I am by no means convinced that there is such a person.

Meanwhile, the tracker system online for the train doesn’t even show that my expected train exists, let alone which track it’s going to be using.  It’s all very frustrating.  Everything is frustrating, and there seems no reason to bother with any of it.  If I had some goal or joy in my life, I’m sure I could tolerate and even laugh about all these things; goodness knows I’ve done so in the past.  But when there’s no compensatory purpose or plan or hope for the future, all the little annoyances just wear me down.

My train is still not appearing on the tracker, but the next 2 ones are, and my train is already due to have arrived, but it’s not here.  I think I’m going to give up on all this soon.  It’s just the beginning of the week, and I’m already exhausted.

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[P.S.  My train did arrive on its appropriate side, and only about five minutes late, but it still doesn’t show up on the tracker, even as I’m riding it.  How mysterious!  Maybe I should write a story about a train that doesn’t show up on a tracker because it’s not really a normal train, but some trans-dimensional or spirit train or something.  I don’t know.  I’m sure that’s been done.]