Tidbits of hilarity, wisdom, and occasionally a homogeneity of words — plus whatever I happen to be building. 301 posts and counting.
In honor of the last time I ran 31 minutes, I made it this time too. Although during many parts I took breaks in between, so not sure how many of those 31 are true. Did …
Originally, I was going to tell a girl, "It only rains when you're sad," but I stopped myself because where we were, it rains about one out of every three days. So, mayb…
Thankfully, Ubuntu, a flavor of Linux, is open-source. It won the server wars years ago, back when Microsoft was slaying the competition, and Google might have existed b…
It's not every day one has to deal with contact forms, but when one does. One has to get creative. At first, it was something that I didn't give much attention too. It's…
Didn't run yesterday, and felt the regret linger all day. Finally, after deciding to do something about it, I went for a run, and to make up for the fact I didn't run on…
Fifteen minutes. All I could muster. Hadn't run in a while, took some time off I guess. Got motivated by someone saying Sunday fun day. Figured it would be fun to go for…
I was stuck until I found the playlist, and then the song had to be dethroned—just like that. Modern technology is phenomenal. Just as I was about to write that the othe…
Some days just want to write. Probably generally when some where in the somber mood. Not sure why, maybe the feeling of release. Writing into the void, knowing that some…
"That's very Gatsby of you," S. said as I described my elaborate plan to win her back. I had read The Great Gatsby when I was a child, and her comparison stung. The book…
The pain exasperates itself. Trying to burst out of my heart. "Who are you? Who am I to you?" Those are the words of the lyrics of the song that strike the cord. "That's…
My mood has been odd since an event or two. In one, it went about how I expected. In the other, didn't go how I wanted, but also how I felt it was going to go. It's this…
The elusive thirty minutes. It's crazy how now it doesn't feel bad at all. Just feels like the amount I should do. Might be able to do more, might be able to do less, bu…
Fish. That's what it is. Can't be anything but that. Shrimp specifically. Not my choice of course, just the thing on the menu. The apathy to the entire day is questionab…
They say it's therapeutic to write things down. The feeling between writing and typing has different effects on the neurological makeup of the mind. Neither seems to wor…
You only see the stars when they fall like rain. People forget to look up. At least they made it to stars and the life they lived as stars rages into the burning light. …
The run today was what it was like to feel like being almost in shape. It was marvelous. Started off at 8kmh/5mph for about twenty minutes. With only one or two second o…
Was able to do the thirty minute run today. Had random stops almost every five minutes for a second or two then would get back into it. It's starting to feel a lot, easi…
Thirty minutes today. Had a few breaks in between, but was pretty steady the entire run. My whole body feels like death at the moment. Kinda of amazing how this has been…
This month is far easier to spell than February. Anyways, the run today was around twenty minutes. The reason I say around, is a few time I stopped for a few seconds or …
To write into the nothing is something kinda of soothing. It's a journal that others read occasionally. Its purpose was exactly that. An effect if you would venture to s…
The journey for rest. Is that the hero's struggle? What happens once you achieve rest? Does rest achieve you? These questions and more can all be answered by never being…
The high of the day wore off. High on life I guess. Only did a fifteen minute run today. Binary though, I did it. All I needed to do.Things in life at times seem that si…
The run today was twenty five minutes. Noticed that when I was feeling like dying, if I just slowed the speed down a bit, I could go for much more time. Still couldn't g…
Has been a while since I been excited about something. But it feels right. March 27th, what a day. The truth, or something along the lines of excommunicating heretical. …
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