I could go on if you want me to...
I need to stop eating pasta at night. Otherwise, based on what I learned in Anatomy/Nutrition class, I'll be dead by 30.
On the upside, that means I wouldn't have to finish paying off my student loans before I croak. Pass the ziti.
I decided to lie in my front yard and stargaze last night. Irvin next door probably worries for my mental health, but I think I'm going to do it more often. There's something about feeling incredibly small and insignificant like that that is almost refreshing.
"Hey Hannah, could you keep it down? The universe is going on right now."
"It seems to me to be slightly masochistic."
(masochistic, adj. Having an abnormal tendency to derive pleasure from being hurt; turning one's destructive tendencies inward or upon oneself.)
Matthew Thiessen describes my life/behavior so much more poetically than I ever could. Here's hoping for change.
Slow and steady wins the race, right? Otherwise I'm turning in my running shoes now.