6:30 AM - I'm going for a run.
haha yeah right... I don't actually run, I do some sort of awkward stumbling nearly falling thing, and then I give up and walk.
So, if you don't hear from me, you can assume my ankles have collapsed in upon themselves, and I'm lying in a heap on some sidewalk somewhere.
Or that I've been abducted by aliens.
Or eaten by wolves. I'd make a wonderful meal.
Or snatched by some guy who has been hiding in the bushes and waiting ever so long.
Or that I had a bad encounter with duct tape. And lost.
Or I got hungry and ate my bread crumb trail and couldn't find my way back.
Or a giant robot cat attacked me, like out of some bad anime. And I got fried by their laser eyes.
Or I happened across a tear in the space time continuum and :::
Or I gave up on life and made a home out of a refrigerator box in an old alley.
Or I spontaneously decided to get a degree in marine biology.
Or I took a fall, hit my head, and forgot who I was.
Or perhaps I decided to take my vegetarianism to a new extreme and eat only what the land (um, neighborhood) has to offer. In which case that pie you left to cool in your windowsill...
After rereading this I have decided to sleep first, then run.