Eeehhh...maybe later. Humidity and 88 degree weather are not on my side.
It's a lovely lazy Saturday morning with lots of sunshine and a pinch of depression mixed in. Bryan flew off to NYC for his internship at unspeakable hours this morning. I stumbled downstairs so I could give him one last hug and fell asleep halfway up the stairs after he left. I then woke up 10 minutes after his flight left and a big wave of maaaanimmamissthatguy swept over me.
So I got up, got a sticky bun, and then realized I should write a blog post. And then I realized I had nothing to really blog about, besides the fact that I was eating a sticky bun and NOT running. I truthfully think that sticky buns are one of the most wonderful substances ever invented by man. And I also truthfully think that running in Houston proves one's inner insanity.
I'd post pictures, but I'm writing on Andy's laptop and I dun have no pictures on here. Bah.