I've had a couple of people complain that they miss my random musings.
Since I live to please my fans (and accept cash donations, by the way, as appreciation of my genius), I will try to post more frequently, even if I don't have a goddamn thing to say (as I usually don't).
The other day, I walked home from the subway. For those of you who live in Toronto/Ontario, you'll know that it has been ridiculously cold. It was like Dryden in February cold--and I did *not* sign up for that when I moved to southern Ontario!!
Anyway, I was well bundled up, so it wasn't too horrible. I had five layers on my upper body, which is pretty much my maximum--undershirt, sweater, fleece, another fleece, coat. And a purple toque.
Actually, I got off the subway a couple of stops before my stop, as I frequently do, just so I could get a bit more of a walk. I walked by the Running Room and saw a woman exit the establishment, sporting full winter running gear...those thick pants, one of those long jackets, toque...she came out and began jogging...I thought to myself, "Wow! That's dedication! Running on a day like today! Good for her!"
She proceeded to run half a block and enter the Pizza Hut.
Despite searching my mind to find some reason, any reason, that could make sense of this course of events, I could not. Who gets dressed up in running gear to travel half a block to a greasy pizza place?
I am still stymied.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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