tavie.com

I did not expect this link that I got from Tara to actually frighten me, but it did, once I saw it.

I'm alone here because Gina is out for a walk. She's been walking every night, like she used to a few years ago. That's so great; it's such a healthy thing to do. I wish I could do that. I can't go for walks. I hate walks. They're so damned boring. Even with music they're boring. If I could walk and read at the same time, that would be something. But I would bump into things.

I used to take walks occasionally at sunrise when I was out of school in my hermit-slacker phase. Being in the apartment all the time would make me crazy, so I'd occasionally change out of the pajamas and go out with a walkman. But it got boring.

I don't have time to walk anyway. I have school after work and then it's dark and I'm pooped.

So much for health.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:13 PM | shower me with attention