Poor, tortured Alexander. Several generations of kids have found solace in his suffering.Today, I am Alexander. The dogs ate my couch, I got a bad haircut, my neighbor is an asshole, and there were lima beans for breakfast. And I hate lima beans.
My lunchtime run, usually a nice mid-day endorphine cocktail, only deepened the mire of this interminable Thursday. My shoes are pinching, my headphones stopped working, and I'll be damned if I wasn't running into a headwind both directions. How does that even happen? My feet felt heavy, I got a rock in my shoe, and somebody dumped a bunch of garbage on the trail. And I hate garbage on the trail.
Tomorrow, I'll lace-up again and give it another try. For now... I'd like a beer and my railroad train pajamas, please.
2 comments:
I say this all the time when I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day. And if my Mom hears me say it, SHE says, "Some days are like that - even in Australia." It kills me.
Hope it got better! :)
Will moose jammies suffice? Sorry bout the bad haircut. :(
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