Today I ran the lot. Running the lot is fun, especially when there are tour buses going. I have run Wisteria Lane several times, and today I learned that, ladies and gentlemen, the left side of the street is where all the good stuff is; for example, this first yellow house here is Gabriella's.
After running I went to my guitar lesson. Maybe the only thing shredding is my fragile ego. Bahhaha. Not funny? Damn.
Lastly, I find this practice of doing something nice to be kind of a pain in the ass. I've managed it, but not w/out some deliberation. Is it enough to wait patiently as someone makes a three-point turn in the middle of a busy street? Is it enough to hold my tongue when I think something's stupid? Why do I keep buying people stuff? I might be over-thinking it. Anyway, as I said, it's handled.