I may be mad, I may be blind, I may be viciously unkind

This is the book I never read

These are the words I never said

This is the path I'll never tread

These are the dreams I'll dream instead

This is the joy that's seldom spread

These are the tears...

The tears we shed

This is the fear

This is the dread

These are the contents of my head

                -Annie Lennox

In honor of my upcoming birthday, I give you this most depressing and depressingly relatable song.

I'll get my twelve miles in this week but barely, due to neck issues and plans getting cancelled Friday night, but I hadn't brought my gym bag to work with me, because I expected to be going out! Stupid weather. Anyway, so I only made it three times this week. 

Today at the gym there was a guy running on the treadmill with a backpack. And at least two men running with big hoodies on with the hoods up. They're going to sweat off the weight, see. 

I got a selfie stick for Christmas, so you can look forward to more of this sort of brilliance.