"I spent my whole time crabbing
at her in my head. "Ow! My foot hurts!"
"Argh, it's dark!"
"Damn that
car! It almost hit me!"
"Oh, great. DRIZZLE now."
I also felt queasy from
eating dinner just 30 minutes before so I didn't bother trying to do intervals
spurts-- just a brisk walk all the way through and get it over with. Running would
have shaken my dinner up inside me too much.
"Ugh, I am burping orange juice!
It tastes bad!"
"My stomach feels queasy -- I wanna throw up!"
"I'm snotty!
I need a tissue!"
Then I made myself laugh, because if Adrith really had been
there she would have hit me, or started running faster just to get away from me
and my complaints. Better yet, pelted me with a snowball so I'd quit yammering
about my measly drizzle when she has tougher weather issues coming up on her end.
Plus, she is fighting a cold herself. Maybe she'd flick a booger at me.This cracked
me up." - Cat/Astrophe