September 9, 2005

Musings on August.

4 miles. tick-tock; right according to schedule. Felt a little longer than Wednesday's first four miles; no big deal. Felt good...the weather is definitely helping me. I'm running faster and more consistently than in August.

Goddamn I hate August. If August were a dog, it would be Cerberus. If August were a wizard, he would be Snape. If August were a food, it would be lima beans and anything invented by Southern Californians. If August were an internet provider, it would be AOL. If August were a college, it would be Duke. If August were a writing utensil, it would be a rather dull No. 2 pencil missing its eraser.

September, on the other hand is fantastic. September is red jello and Dizzy Gillespie. September is Rin Tin Tin and freshly laundered sheets. September is drinks with an old friend and meals with your grandkids. September is Ginny Weasley and Bertie Bott's Everyflavor Beans. September is five days before Christmas.

And that's all I've got to say about that.

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