Yesterday morning wasn't as good. I had the unfortunate pleasure of getting groped on the subway (you know, the "I just have nowhere else to put my hand in here, its so crowded, I'll just rest it on your ass.") all while some street preacher decided we all needed saving. We weren't listening because we thought you were sane or thought you knew what you were talking about, it's that we had no where else to go. Why is it people who don't believe in God have the decency to refrain from preaching, but those that do like to take it upon themselves to make sure you know exactly where they stand? So annoying. Then I ran into Al Sharpton at Starbucks, literally. He was walking out, talking on his cell phone about some story in the Post as I was walking in. Weird morning.