Not So Sinful Sunday

My Sunday was less sinful than hoped for. Instead of busting out my top things right upon rising, as taught by a legendary lister, I worked it in reverse order. Stopping at number 4. Though I enjoyed a good nap on couch and met friend for dinner, I’m wouldn’t say it was a good trade.

The nap resulted in waking up feeling like someone threw a rock at my head. Should have guessed the multi-color crap I coughed up during my A.M. run was a sign a cold still lurking. Hard headed, nothing stops me from running except post boob-job recovery.

I would have traded dinner for accomplishing number 1. Feeling completely obligated to show face, and kinda thinking real life human conversation instead of Twitter might be good, I relunctantly ate an overpriced salad. Unfortunately, what I realized was trying to talk about nothing is a lot of work. Owning a dog as the only thing in common won’t flourish deep and energizing conversation. Shit, if barely afforded me 50min of meaningless crap.

Lesson of the day is, I value Twitter tweets, blogger’s blogs, newspapers online, and Facebook friends (even if I don’t speak their language.). Simply because you are geographically separated from people who share your real interests and stimulate your mind, doesn’t make them less worthy of your time.