Argh. I don't wanna do it.

Supposed to run 22 miles tomorrow. Mmmm... this seems doubtful.
Big D came over today. He called me around noon and said he was running late and would likely be at my place at 3pm instead of 2pm and I was like, "Uh huh" all the while thinking, "Shit! He was coming at two?" cause I was at Michael's still in my pajamas when he called. Whoops. Michael made me a great breakfast and then we watched the TEEVEE because I don't have cable and you know what? Holy fack is there nothing on. I get irate when I watch it. I hate the media, and everything else (okay, 90%) is absolute shit that insults my intelligence. I'm smrt, you know. Really, really smrt (just ask Michael about my interpretation of J.D. Salinger's "A Perfect Day for Bananafish", I think he just about dumped me over that one). Anyways, the only thing worth watching was "Pingu". I fucking love Pingu. There is something wrong with the state of the world when the only thing that seems reasonably engaging to me is a claymation short about penguins made by the Swiss (to clarify: the Swiss didn't make the penguins, but rather produced the show; the Swiss make Pingu, clocks and chocolate).
Anyways. Big D said he would be over in about 40 minutes and I thought, "Aw... that's misguided". I think he came about an hour later. It's hard to get to North Van. We have two unreliable bridges and we like it that way (keeps the riff raff out). So we chatted a bit and then went for coffee and had intense conversations like what we normally do. It's true. Wasn't much in the way of shits and giggles. Ah, but life isn't always shits and giggles though, is it?
Then we decided to venture out and feed the wildlife. I look like I'm stoned, but I wasn't. That horse sure was skinny though, right?
I like the way Big D is affecting nonchalance, but his pose decries a certain amount of leeriness. I was like, "It's not real. Is it? Oh god, is it real? Why wouldn't that horse eat anything?? It's just skin and bones!".