Running... Out of Things To Talk About??
i did run again today, and guess what?? i made it three miles this time, in 20 minutes. i may try to do it again in the morning, i'm not sure yet. i still haven't found out yet what the pool hours are. hmmm, note to self that i need to write that down so i won't keep forgetting.
so today i shelled out much money for my last book, history of keyboard literature. the clerk kindly informed me that he would sure hate to have to read a book by that title.
*sigh* there really isn't a story to share with you. someone almost touched my food today at dinner (that sounds weird). i just carried my tray over to the drink fountain and was getting some water and powerade, when a girl's finger suddenly pokes onto my plate and i hear, "what is that?" i swear i thought she was going to grab a nibble of it. my unintentionally curt reply was, "pork," and i walked away to begin the consumption process. and now i can't believe that i just told that as if it was a "story."
played a little ping pong, and was victorious. oh! i also made an awesome five-second recording of voice and whistling. i wish i could post it on here, but i don't know how to do sound files. hmmmm. anyway, i must get going on a little study.
triskaidekaphobia \tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh\, noun:a morbid fear of the number 13 --triskaidekaphobic, adjective and noun; triskaidekaphobe, noun
``Thirteen people, pledged to eliminate triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number 13, today tried to reassure American sufferers by renting a 13 ft plot of land in Brooklyn for 13 cents... a month.'' --Daily Telegraph, January 14, 1967
so today i shelled out much money for my last book, history of keyboard literature. the clerk kindly informed me that he would sure hate to have to read a book by that title.
*sigh* there really isn't a story to share with you. someone almost touched my food today at dinner (that sounds weird). i just carried my tray over to the drink fountain and was getting some water and powerade, when a girl's finger suddenly pokes onto my plate and i hear, "what is that?" i swear i thought she was going to grab a nibble of it. my unintentionally curt reply was, "pork," and i walked away to begin the consumption process. and now i can't believe that i just told that as if it was a "story."
played a little ping pong, and was victorious. oh! i also made an awesome five-second recording of voice and whistling. i wish i could post it on here, but i don't know how to do sound files. hmmmm. anyway, i must get going on a little study.
triskaidekaphobia \tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh\, noun:a morbid fear of the number 13 --triskaidekaphobic, adjective and noun; triskaidekaphobe, noun
``Thirteen people, pledged to eliminate triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number 13, today tried to reassure American sufferers by renting a 13 ft plot of land in Brooklyn for 13 cents... a month.'' --Daily Telegraph, January 14, 1967
posted by quirky at 6:40 PM
2 Comments:
ahhh years from now grandchildern will gather around and plead with you to hear the famed "pork story"...
;-)
thanks for the clever and helpful comments. :-P
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