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today was interesting none the least. i struggled through a night of insomnia after taking the midol with 60 mg of caffiene. leaving me to literally lay away all night. but around 4 a.m. restlessness took me over and i again began writing meaningless self-proclaimed stories about everything and nothing simultaneously. but the one thing i have been pulling for all summer is the deep-digging will to wake up and run with the sunrise. conveniently enough i had already been awake for 28 hours. so i walked out of my room at 6 a.m. went into the kitchen. and saw my dad.
charlie: so your up.
me: yeah. i think i'm gonna go running.
charlie: cool.
me: yeah...well see you later.
i like my dad for the singular reason that he is quite possibly the most nonchalant man in the universe, and finds my behaviors to be nothing short of ordinary.
so for some reason on maybe 30 minutes of sleep, i ran 5 miles. which included a massive hill of death i climbed to watch san antonio wake up. i really like the morning. it made me regret how lazy of a person i really am to see night turn to day. then i pretty much did nothing the rest of the day until i decided to run again at 10:30 p.m. which was soon proven to be a bad idea. a creeper boy in a black honda kept circling me with his car. and that's when i hopped a fence and made my dad come pick me up. turns out the guy goes to my high school. but i don't think its "cute" when men of any sort slow down their cars from 40 mph to tell me "YEAH KEEP ON RUNNIN'!" ughhh.
the end.
charlie: so your up.
me: yeah. i think i'm gonna go running.
charlie: cool.
me: yeah...well see you later.
i like my dad for the singular reason that he is quite possibly the most nonchalant man in the universe, and finds my behaviors to be nothing short of ordinary.
so for some reason on maybe 30 minutes of sleep, i ran 5 miles. which included a massive hill of death i climbed to watch san antonio wake up. i really like the morning. it made me regret how lazy of a person i really am to see night turn to day. then i pretty much did nothing the rest of the day until i decided to run again at 10:30 p.m. which was soon proven to be a bad idea. a creeper boy in a black honda kept circling me with his car. and that's when i hopped a fence and made my dad come pick me up. turns out the guy goes to my high school. but i don't think its "cute" when men of any sort slow down their cars from 40 mph to tell me "YEAH KEEP ON RUNNIN'!" ughhh.
the end.