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Central New York is bigger than it seems.
May. 26th, 2005 11:04 pmSeriously, I walked about four miles today just trying to get places. First, from the Fairgrounds to Quinn's, and then from Quinn's to Fairmount. The first trip is about a mile, and the second is about three with a lot of hills. I learned the hard way from walking to and from the rink years ago that what takes two minutes to drive takes twenty to walk. Lately I'm being reminded of that fact.
So now I'm exhausted, but it's the good kind of exhaustion. This has been a very tiring week, all things considered. Half the time it's the "no car, take bus" thing, which usually means getting up an hour or two before you normally would to meander all over creation in a vehicle driven by an irate man with dreadlocks and a vocabulary made up of grunts. It's also the "Carousel Mall has suddenly become the center of creation" thing, which means that you spend way too much time there because it's a central location with variations on food themes, and Borders lets you read as long as you want without making you buy things. The "staying up real late playing laser tag and watching movies thing" also contributes to sleepiness.
Whatever. I talk about being tired. Quinn's constantly exhausted because he can't get a decent night's sleep in The Apartment. I honestly don't understand how he's still functioning; I would have caved and gotten sick after a relatively short while, but he's still going and has been for months. The last few times he's come over to my house he wound up just sleeping. He really needs it- he fell asleep in the shower today for about twenty minutes. Kinda boring for me, but he looked so tired that I didn't have the heart to wake him up.
The point is, today was just great. Even though Quinn made fun of my inability to eat any kind of sandwich other than peanut butter and jelly without turning it into a salad in the process.
*zombies off to bed*
So now I'm exhausted, but it's the good kind of exhaustion. This has been a very tiring week, all things considered. Half the time it's the "no car, take bus" thing, which usually means getting up an hour or two before you normally would to meander all over creation in a vehicle driven by an irate man with dreadlocks and a vocabulary made up of grunts. It's also the "Carousel Mall has suddenly become the center of creation" thing, which means that you spend way too much time there because it's a central location with variations on food themes, and Borders lets you read as long as you want without making you buy things. The "staying up real late playing laser tag and watching movies thing" also contributes to sleepiness.
Whatever. I talk about being tired. Quinn's constantly exhausted because he can't get a decent night's sleep in The Apartment. I honestly don't understand how he's still functioning; I would have caved and gotten sick after a relatively short while, but he's still going and has been for months. The last few times he's come over to my house he wound up just sleeping. He really needs it- he fell asleep in the shower today for about twenty minutes. Kinda boring for me, but he looked so tired that I didn't have the heart to wake him up.
The point is, today was just great. Even though Quinn made fun of my inability to eat any kind of sandwich other than peanut butter and jelly without turning it into a salad in the process.
*zombies off to bed*
