Even if I don't think anything particularly interesting happened today, I still have to write something.
The guy yelling at the old man on the train ("Hugging up on me and everything, who even does that!?") seems a little negative, and I'm tired of train stories. The new dog running is sort of interesting, even though I could only go half a block before my lungs gave out and I lapsed into a painful coughing fit under the yellowish street lamp by the empty playground.
Katie and I also argued a little, about nothing, mostly because my brain wouldn't work right and I didn't understand her question, so I wouldn't simply respond by saying, "I don't know."