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upon arriving home from work i started walking. i headed down the street, thru the ghetto, past the old apartment, down to classic video where i returned season 3 of the office. that took a half hour. while i was there i rented the latest season of weeds, i'm super excited to crack that open this weekend. on my way back i stopped at mango for dinner. i decided to take advantage of the fact that i'm on my own for the next few days and it doesn't matter what i do or if i spontaneously change my plans. i ate a delicious dinner while listening to some very stereotypical valley-girl queen's students talk about their dysfunctional romances. to be honest, it took all that is within me to not turn to the girl and tell her "the guy is saying 'i just want to be single right now' because he doesn't actually love you but likes you enough to not leave, and on top of that he's a coward". i bit my tongue, but it was hard, and yet so easy to see why her relationship wasn't working out. anyways, after that i headed home thru the inner habour, i walked to coffee way for a dozen donuts for the board meeting, then walked home. by the time i got to alfred street my left ankle was killing me and i limped to take some of the pain away. i'm tired. i'm pooped. i walked for 2 hours today – by accident. i'm much more tired that i would've expected, but i think that's because i worked an entire day beforehand.

i'm miles from where you are.