-I really have been off of my blogging game. Well, I guess that I really have not been actively participating in this game.
-I’m out of time for this marathon. I have not completed a 20-mile run, and tomorrow is my last chance to do so before a decent taper. Where did I go wrong this training period?
-Speaking of the NYC marathon. The sh*t is real.
-Most folks have received their marathon virtual Goody Bags. Why is the Dunkin Donuts $2 iced coffees from 2PM – 6PM a “deal”? That promotion has been going on for a while.
-Speaking of running. Why do all of my foot injuries happen on my right foot?
-I cannot stand people who do not do their jobs. I was waiting to use a computer lab that was supposed to be open at 8:30 AM to print my class’ exams. I actually considered writing a letter to someone about this, but I’ve been of the mindset that you should never mess with anyone check. But, c’mon!!! Your department is supposed to be providing a service. I was
annoyed pissed because this is the second time that I dragged myself from Harlem to Brooklyn (a 45-minute commute) to do a 15 minute task.
-Speaking of commuting, there are too many people in this city.
-This book is just as trashy as I thought it would be. The handling of this administration is like a crappy reality tv show. Before you ask, I checked it out from the library because I was not trying to pay upwards to 30 bucks for Omarosa’s book.
-This dish was nasty. Who covers a waffle with cheese? Against my better judgment, I decided to try something “new”.
Even ordering this monstrosity was like pulling teeth.
[Me] What’s going on with this waffle?
[Confused waiter/bartender] It’s a waffle with a hen and cheese in between the waffle. With a side of syrup.
[Me] Wait. What?
[Sista-girlfriend waitress/bartender] It’s a cheese-covered waffle with a fried hen on top. Basically, chicken and waffles.
[Me]: Oh, why didn’t he just say that.
[Confused waiter/bartender]. It’s because the hen is female.
[Me thinking to myself] WTF?
The confused waiter slightly made up for it by giving me a free shot of tequila . . . even though I asked for a shot of whiskey. A free drink is a free drink in my book.