||[Mar. 5th, 2004|03:04 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Between me and The Place Where The Sushi Lives is a small cross street. Folks are usually great about stopping at crosswalks but it's always nice to show that you're putting on a bit of speed as you cross. So this nice Toyota slows down and stops for me and I smile and wave and jog the last 10 feet across the street.
I know how health nuts are always like "I just listen to my body..." but normally my body doesn't talk to me. Apparently, however, after three miles in the morning it gets a little lippy because right then it screamed at me "DIE, BITCH, DIE!"
My knees don't like me. I'm taking the weekend off.
ETA: Also, I'm getting a cold. It just settled in my head. Ew.