My new sneakers may not be pink.
As an aside, I hate this keyboard. It is not made for people with nails. (AKA it was invented by a man.)
I need new shoes because running shoes are only designed for 300 miles. Which is about 6 months if you run 7 miles a day? I didn't do the math, I'm trying to remember it from an online article I read.
I feel like I need to cut my nails to continue writing this post.
But the movie keeps me downstairs. The clippers are upstairs.
What movie, you ask? Oh, just the most beautiful, most depressing, most redemptive..."Sex and the City." I got to miss the horrible wedding part because my mom called.
OH EXPLETIVES.
My nails are now short. Like the man who created this keyboard.
I'm back. The movie is over but now the first episode of SATC is playing on "E."
I should go to bed soon.
But this is a classic episode. I swear, I never thought I'd still be writing this blog at 46, unmarried.
I almost deleted that last line.
This post reads like a thread on Twitter. Have I forgotten how to write long form?
THERE ARE SO MANY COMMERCIALS!
A friend called one of my earlier posts a "moment in time." Well, this moment is over. Time to sit in front of the TV instead of watching this episode in the reflection of the framed map of the world.
