I Guess I’m Gonna Have To Run Commute Today
Hey it’s me again with my 2nd post in 3 fucking days.
In case you aren’t aware, there’s a tube strike on in London today. I was thinking about getting the Overground train service into work from South Tottenham, but I tend to get quite nervous on trains.
I enjoy getting the Tube as it means I can get a seat on the empty train at Seven Sisters and prepare myself for the day.
Today I’m gonna run to work.
I have a respect for all London run commuters. You are all crazy bastards and I don’t know how you make it through Zone 1 without cunting slow walking pedestrians in the head with all your might.
I’m fucking nervous and I’m not even going anywhere near Central London. I’m just going to take it easy and try not to let anyone annoy me. I don’t want to be on the news tonight.
I hope this is the beginning of a new habit. I eat most of my junk food just before and after work. If run commuting helps me cut back on that then I guess it’s a good thing.
The amount of money I wank away on fried chicken and burritos between the hours of 6pm and 7pm is beyond embarrassing. I’m growing weary of all diets, eating plans and shit like that. I’m secretly praying for a communist revolution so that the only food on the market is delicious gruel.
I should fill the emptiness inside with religion, yoga, reality TV, Prozac or any of that other shit but they are all just stopgaps in a widening chasm.
Every time I’m told to stop being so negative I imagine dropkicking a positivity freak in the fucking face and that brings a smile to my broken head.
So yes, I guess I’d better prepare properly for this commute now. Wish me luck.