First, yesterday I walked from the transit center to Josiah's house. That's like tops a quarter of a mile. Then, he wasn't home and the bus wasn't going to leave the transit center for another like hour. So, I walked home. All the way from Josiah's. Yeah, okay, it's like ten blocks, if you call a block every time you hit a new numbered street. Before you get too unimpressed, I have to say that I had a fairly heavy bag on my shoulder which adds to the exercise potential of the 30 minute walk home. I feel compelled to remind everyone that on a normal day I walk prolly two blocks total. That's if you add up every step I take all day. I think I might cover two blocks.
Waste has a toy... one of those Pikachus that look like a pager. You wear it on your belt and it tells you haw many steps you take. There's a lot more to it, but I think if I borrowed Pikachu for a day... he would be very disappointed in my output.
I'm just sedentary. That's all there is to that.
Okay, so I walked the ten blocks home. I beat the bus.
Then Waste went out and two of my friends came over. We had a pretty fun time, mostly surfing the internet on the Dreamcast for entertainment. We were mostly just all happy to be interacting with people. It's a long story.
I failed to sort the advices. I have to do that tonight. Woo-hoo.
This morning, I was really tired.
I didn't get out of bed in time to make the "be 15 minutes early to work" bus. I didn't make it in time to be on the "be 15 minutes late to work" bus. I didn't actually make it out of bed in time to be on the "be 45 minutes late to work" bus. I made it out of bed in time for the "be an hour and fifteen minutes late for work" bus.
Well, that seemed silly. Since I could still make the "be thirty minutes late for work" bicycle ride.
I rode to work. I went through downtown. Much easier ride.
It was not that horrible. Except that since I overslept, I didn't get the chance to eat any breakfast or smoke a cigarette before I departed. That was the only bad part. I went the previously uncharted path of through downtown.
I think it was better than the bus.
Seriously, last night while I was walking, I remembered that I never wanted a driver's license in the first place. My mom pressured me into it. I am starting to remember what was bearable about not being able to drive. I mean, obviously it was better then cause I could gets rides from my mother all the time. I still rode my bike and took the bus a lot. I'm getting used to it again.
Of course, by the time I ride the bike back home this afternoon I might have something completely different to say about that matter.