Why do I feel like Rod Serling is about to pop out?

Every day I think of something I'd like to write about in this journal, but by the time I'm home in the evening I have forgotten it! But today there was an event that was so disturbing, I have had no trouble remembering it. Actually, this story starts about two weeks ago when I had an errand to pick up something from an office high above Union Square. After I picked up the document, I pushed the button to take the elevator down, and it stayed red for only a second then went out. I tried to push it again, and it went out. I tried again... same thing. So I figured that the light was broken and I just waited. And waited. No elevator. Before long, a guy came out of another office and pushed the down button. I was about to say something to him about it being broken, but it stayed lit, then, and the elevator soon came.

So today, same thing, pick up the document, go to the elevator, and then I remembered the previous incident. No way that is going to happen again, I think. I pushed the down button and... it went out. I pushed it again and again, and each time it went right out. What the hell?! I tried several variations, like holding the button down longer, and pressing it multiple times in a row. Pressing it lightly. Pressing it hard. Finally, I just stepped back and stared at it. Just then, a guy came out of another office, walked up to the elevator, pressed the button, and the light stayed on. The elevator soon came. As we rode down, I wanted to ask the guy what was with the elevator button. Was there a trick? But he was talking intently on his cell phone the whole time. Communication with him was impossible.

Green

I had intended this journal as something to write in every day, or almost, not worry too much about artfulness or polish of writing. Somehow I got into a rut of having to have a subject and an idea, and almost make it like a clever little article or a story. Then I just end up neglecting it, because I'm too tired to write something like that every day. I even have an odd story, but just no energy to write it out. So today I decided this has to change. I want this journal to be like an email to a friend, not an article in a publication. I want to write whatever is on my mind that day, even if it's just complaining. Usually one thing will make me think of another thing, though.

So today is like New Year's as far as this journal is concerned. It's wear green and act like a frat guy day, and the first real day of the NCAA basketball tournament, the first week after the time change. The full moon is tomorrow and the Equinox is coming up in about three days. There are also—I noticed in the last couple of days—green things poking up out of the dirt.