Minutia - I've not moved. I kind of want to, but every time I think of some super clever and unique name for a new blog, I check and find out it's not unique at all....
Thursday, November 25, 2010
November 25, 2010
I can't breathe because my diaphragm is jacked up into my chest and my intestines, packed as they are with food, are punishing me with merciless gas. So I go for a token walk to feel I have had some exercise. Air goes in and out of the lumbering sack of dough that I have become. The dog's paws go shush shush shush in the snow and her shadow looks like a wolf shadow. The trees bending around the shape of the road make a tunnel. The moon is a tapas dish of flan with one bite taken out. The cold air makes the lungs feel like they are working again. I try to strike from my mind the knowledge, taught to me by the treadmill, that what feels like such good exercise will only burn around 15 calories.
Posted by Eric at 9:52 PM