Dude, I'm Bored

I feel repulsive. 3 days of no running can make an alarming difference. I took it easy the past couple days after my nasty downward spill, but I'm raring for a long outdoor run provided it doesn't rain all weekend. That would blow.

I have no specific blog topic in queue so consider yourself forewarned: when my mind begins to wander, there's no telling where things may lead. Happy Friday to you all! What do you people have planned for the weekend? I have no plans. I am not a maker of plans. I let others do the plan-making -- they tell me when and where to show up. It usually involves alcohol, plentiful and readily available.

I wish there were more going on in my life to razzle and dazzle my depleting number of readers. But no, my life is a big bore. The best I can come up with is a Marley update. If it wasn't official before, he officially hates me. His attention-whore lifestyle fails to coincide with my aloofness and need for distance. He exemplifies his dejection by attacking me mid-stride, wrapping his front paws around my ankle and sinking his razor-sharp teeth into my exposed skin. I forcefully yell "Ow!" while he gleefully scurries to safety, usually beneath the bed or behind the couch.

Sorry for the lame post. I keep getting distracted by co-workers and now it's time for lunch so this is it for today.