[In defense of the cyberworld] But the cyberworld is really fun.
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The cyberworld doesn’t have sunrises, trees, or honest-to-God interaction with other people.
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep lately (stupid acts of God combined with lack of office roofing), but it seems like I’m always better off when I go running without my cellphone then I am sitting in front of my mac screwing around on the internet. I’m usually happier, at least.
Therefore, inaccessibility + sweat = endorphines + bad knees
Maybe if you come to Savannah this weekend you can go running with me, and you’ll become addicted and your life will fall gracefully into a perfect balance.
I agree with Brandonian. I always feel better after a run. It lifts my spirits, gives me energy, and helps motivate me to do the things I should be doing anyway. Like working on my backhand.
But there’s another world that is equally fun: the world of the cartoon.
How do I add you on MySpace? I searched for “Lindsey Turner,” and yielded nada results. I want to meet the cute gay boys, dammit!
The cyberworld doesn’t have sunrises, trees, or honest-to-God interaction with other people.
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep lately (stupid acts of God combined with lack of office roofing), but it seems like I’m always better off when I go running without my cellphone then I am sitting in front of my mac screwing around on the internet. I’m usually happier, at least.
Therefore, inaccessibility + sweat = endorphines + bad knees
Maybe if you come to Savannah this weekend you can go running with me, and you’ll become addicted and your life will fall gracefully into a perfect balance.
I agree with Brandonian. I always feel better after a run. It lifts my spirits, gives me energy, and helps motivate me to do the things I should be doing anyway. Like working on my backhand.
But there’s another world that is equally fun: the world of the cartoon.
How do I add you on MySpace? I searched for “Lindsey Turner,” and yielded nada results. I want to meet the cute gay boys, dammit!