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I seem to have left thirteenish pounds back in the city; I left weighing 198, and came back weighting 185. O_O Must have been all the hoofing it up and down and around the labyrinth that comprises the four 42nd Street stations between 8th, 7th and Broadway that I swear I had to pass through no less than six times in the past week. Except for the passageway between the 8th avenue lines and the 7th avenue lines, I kinda hate that place, it's hot, there are multitudinous stairs and platforms to be navigated, creepy men trying to get you to buy Chick tracts with a side of Jesus, and you really can't convince me there isn't a minataur lurking at the end of the 7 platform somewhere. I mean it's not like anyone actually notices when the odd tourist trying to get to Shea Stadium disappears, right?
But back to me, one unexpected benefit of all that running around - my feet look normal again. like, I can see the bones in my left ankle again. I haven't been able to do that in months. I've been quite enjoying staring at my feet the past couple of days, marvelling that they don't look like puffy loaves of flesh with toes anymore. Note to self - get the fuck out of the house and walk places more.
While I'm writing notes to myself, Self? Next time you're in the city, buy one of those week long metrocards. I swear most of my trip expenses were coffee and train fare.
So yeah... back in my tower, a little shellshocked from the travelling and still very cranky in the digestion (eating and digesting shouldn't hurt. Ow.) but in one piece. Tonight shall be spent farting around online and wasting my brain... tomorrow... who knows?
Oh yeah... I should probably go back and tag all the entries from the past week.... should being the operative word... :P
But back to me, one unexpected benefit of all that running around - my feet look normal again. like, I can see the bones in my left ankle again. I haven't been able to do that in months. I've been quite enjoying staring at my feet the past couple of days, marvelling that they don't look like puffy loaves of flesh with toes anymore. Note to self - get the fuck out of the house and walk places more.
While I'm writing notes to myself, Self? Next time you're in the city, buy one of those week long metrocards. I swear most of my trip expenses were coffee and train fare.
So yeah... back in my tower, a little shellshocked from the travelling and still very cranky in the digestion (eating and digesting shouldn't hurt. Ow.) but in one piece. Tonight shall be spent farting around online and wasting my brain... tomorrow... who knows?
Oh yeah... I should probably go back and tag all the entries from the past week.... should being the operative word... :P
