Whenever I go out to Starbucks for a hot chocolate, I always seem to end up writing into my journal. I really don’t have anything interesting to report, except for the drama going on right now. There is a (presumably) drunk indian that they are trying to get out. When I came in, she was huddled kneeling by the door and not leaving, despite the man waiting for her to. After awhile she wandered into the back, and they keep trying to get rid of her. Interestingly there is a police car parked outside (with the hazard lights blinking), but I don’t think the man involved with this show is a policeman. Actually the cop car looks empty.
I wonder if they have drunk indians in Miami?
I’ve been lazy this weekend. No, wait, I don’t know. I played games on Friday. I didn’t go out on a Sunday run, but I did go onto the treadmill twice. I think I’ve figured that thing out. I can’t do long distance runs on it, but if I keep it to 20-30 minutes, it doesn’t completely bore me out of my skull. So if I really push the speed and incline, knowing that it isn’t a long run, I can get a good workout.
Ah, police are now escorting Ms. Drunk-Indian out. Looks like she’s going to the police car.
I think I’ve focused on a problem I’m having. Weekends haven’t been relaxing for me lately. And I think that is because I’m working on a particular D&D problem that, when you get down to it, is just work. I haven’t played a video or computer game in awhile. I need to start focusing on goofing off, and stop working on D&D.