March 10, 2004 :: 2:20 a.m.
I stopped jogging because my pantyhose caught fire.
After watching a few episodes of Angel over at Joe's - to break in their spankin' new basement/TV room, you know - I had to walk home by myself. Now, Joe does not live far away from my house. In fact, now that they've moved, they live less than a block away. Like half a block total, I think. And we have pretty small blocks here in Dauphin. My personal block is like... 7 houses long. So yeah, it's not a long walk. But I am, how should I put this... insanely paranoid. And afraid of the dark. So walking around alone in the dark is not really something I relish. Which is why, upon exiting Joe's new house, I proceeded to
sprint home. I ran as fast as my bulky coat, uncomfortable shoes, over-stuffed purse, and empty bottle of water in one hand would allow. Which, as it turns out, is not that fast.
I should never take up running. I think about it a lot, and I've tried in the past to get into it, but in the end I just find it very unpleasant. Running is a fit person's exercise - it's not for the jiggly-thighed among us. It makes my lungs all cold, and my knees hurt, and I get those horrible side stitches. Blech.
Anyway, children, I'm tired. And I have to pee. So I'm going to go take care of that, and then hop into bed. Hopefully I can rouse myself at a reasonable hour and get some things done before Prof. Wallace's poetry reading at 7:30. Because I'm behind on art stuff in every possible way, and it's just... daunting.
Ciao.
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