25 may 2003
the run was good. treadmill is not even a remote comparison, since i can go on that four times longer than i can actually move my legs forward around a track. also outside you can pant loudly and spit and feel smug when you pass people, none of which are possible in the gym. must remember to call dad for his birthday today (remembering four years ago, jesus i was a sleaze).
got caught up remembering that and forgot what else i was gonna say, which was the whole point. fuck. i fuckin hate myself sometimes.
now i remember.
posted May 25, 2003 in delivery