Living Life Like I'm in a Play

Just got back from an evening run because Big Michelle convinced me that they are better than freezing cold morning runs in which bits of me break off in the cold and are found scattered along my running path (future Witch Hunter here). 

Fortunately, it was warmer. Unfortunately, it was warmer and I quickly overheated. My face was so red when I got back. I also had to dodge more cars and almost got run over by this rather impatient 4WD driver. Also, I think the food that had accumulated in my stomach over the course of the day caused me to get a stitch. This occurred at the most unfortunate time whilst I was trying to race this other male jogger. I had to stop and walk and he raced ahead. I could almost hear him laughing at me.

Some rellies are coming to stay with us for a couple of days tomorrow. This bugs me more than it would others. It means I'm not allowed to wear pyjamas until the minute before I get into bed. This sucks. I love wearing my pyjamas. When I was kid, I used to get into them right at 4pm on the dot. Then watch Rollercoaster (classic ABC program) until 5pm. 5-6pm is a blur. I'm not sure what I did during that time. I may have been engaging in illicit drugs. But 6pm was dinnertime and the bane of my existence. Everything tasted like shit when I was younger. I obviously did not appreciate my youthful metabolism. I should have eaten all the things back in the day. 

J