I took a walk and now I feel less self-hating. Everyone said that exercise was a good thing. If that means walking up Miller and back down Sailly at one in the morning, so be it. I brought Feist with me. She's good walkin' music.

On the way to the end of the street, I saw a drunk. But on my way up Sailly I saw (and briefly caught) three frogs. One was really fat, one was pretty small, and one was just a frog. I also saw two cats; one sniffed my hand and ran away, the other watched me walk by from where it was reigning over a porch on a couch throne. And I saw a lady walking a small dog and a pit bull.

I should walk more. It's 78 degrees out, even at ass o'clock, and I really just don't have any excuse not to be more fit than I am. It's not like I'm doing anything else, I should break out a goddamn tae bo DVD now and then.


Now I'm eating most of a cucumber. The rest of it was part of last night's salad. I know cucumber is basically nutritionally void, especially once it's peeled, but whatever, it fills me up and it's hydrating or something.


Also I ♥ my best friend. *nod*