Fastest Ever
Oh man...walked home from the bar...well walked and jogged partially...cut across the golf course, which was nice and serene...moonlight on the calm river. It only took me 35 minutes to get home. That was pretty darn fast and ridiculous. It was good to see Queenie before she left. But honestly, I realized that more and more I just talk to people in order to be social and feel like a social being. There are very few people that I desire to hang out with...or maybe it is more accurate to say that very few people seem to enrich my life or brighten my day. And yet I feel compelled, at times, to be diverse in my social calandar in order to prove something to myself...and yet I don't know exactly what that is. So I guess I'll never know if I proved it. Dang. My legs are itchy from the cold...and my arms are tired from all that raising of the roof that I did when I reached home in such a fast time.