3 days of zero blogging – even Google XML whatever won’t notice that. Despite my all-time laziness, I brace myself and am typing away, because I’m a strong and committed being.
This overwhelming laziness is largely driven by the thought of having to join my friend in a 1/4 marathon this weekend. Dreading it like nobody’s business. What fun do they get from this endless running? And paying for a flight ticket merely to join the marathon – people are out of their tiny minds.
I don’t care what causes they are running for; it’s simply an irrationally commercial thing that people do as a group. I curse conformity and everything to do with the mass.
Pardon my violence. It’s PMS, I blame. There was a major outburst and many minor ones at home yesterday. Frustrated, I had multiple naps with my butt facing up.
I need to get in that position again real soon.
Wanna run away from the rest of the world, as long as it’s less than the distance of a full marathon.