"And I rannnn, I ran right into a wallll..."
Nothing like 45 minutes running on a treadmill that faces a wall. A very nice wall it is too, but it doesn't inspire much.
While I ran there staring at the orangeness of the wallpaper I got to thinking:
I miss my college roommates.
Did I really interview at one point for a master's program at NYU?
Is taking two Ibuprofen a day considered an addiction problem?
Boy, this wall is really orange.
Must remember to shower at some point.
Wonder whatever happened to my friend Roc? And Jill-O?
If I take apart Mini-Husband's old bike, could I build a three-wheeled dog cart from it?
Why has Anouk taken all her bedding out of her dog house AGAIN?
I miss my sisters.
I'll never finish reading, "The Golden Bough."
This wall paper is bordering on 1970s organge.
45 minutes. Thank GOD that's done.
I really need to get outside more often.