Nostalgia is fun. This me on June 20, 2007:
Into everyone's nostril a little bug must fly
Negotiated with the powers that be for a higher salary. Come July 15th I will be working a 35 hour week (7 hour days) and I factored in a 5% raise. I'm pretty happy with that. Better the devil you know, and all that.
Came home and decided to go for a run. After a couple of kilometres a winged bug flew into my right nostril. It wasn't a little bug, either. I was perplexed: how to deal with this strange, ticklish situation? I did something I thought I would never do: plugged my left nostril and blew hard on the right. No bug came out. I did manage to get snot everywhere. This was especially fantastic because I didn't have a Kleenex. So I wiped the snot on my arm. But then I could feel the bug moving around. What the hell was it doing, setting up shop? I glanced around, didn't see anyone ogling me and stuck my finger up my nose. No bug. It must have been seeking higher ground. I could still feel it (or maybe I simply thought I could feel it). It was driving me mad. I had planned to do an 11km run and this damn bug hadn't paid his $2.25. What to do? I crushed my right nostril, thinking if it was dead maybe it would be less aggravating. Okay. Finished the run, came home and immediately blew my nose. No bug! Michael says it's crawled into my brain to lay eggs.
Running is dead sexy. See picture of toe in prior blog.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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2 comments:
okay, am I the only one that has told you should assemble your blogs on running into a book on running? can't possibly be the only one to think this, so chime in everyone. in fact I think I'll be a bug up your nose until you do.
coco
Please! No more bugs up the nose (or in my mouth, plastered to my neck, or in my eye)! Could be a funny concept... I shall roll this around in my tiny pea-head for a while.
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