We're on a road to nowhere.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Long day. Late run. Happy birthday, doll.

Delirious run in the dark. Thank you, The Church, for that one song. Refused to stop running until it was over.

Fast run, insane. And now it's 10:30 PM. Rose at 5 AM to make crêpes. It wasn't Montréal, but still. Tonight we had the Yoga Mom families over to inaugurate the deck.

New writing last night, forward into the past. A new scene, a revision. Wednesday there will be a second reading for the new work, and I have already completed those edits, today. I completed them today, not a half-hour before the reading.

Then there's the five-minute play. Still clueless about that one, but I have plenty of thoughts. A plot would be nice, even a five-minute play needs a plot.

Distance: 3.23 miles
Duration: 25:13
Avg Pace: 7:48
Route: Boulevard Loop

Climate: 64°
Intake: can't even
Hydration: yes
Water Stop: no
Stretches: no

Little Creatures. The album of the summer of 1985. Good Lord.

What's That Lyric?
Road to Nowhere - Talking Heads