Felt dead from the start due to running only 12 hours earlier, extra stuff this week, running afternoons instead of mornings, and simply being an old rundown hag. Plus it was totes hot/humid even at 6:30 . Then some bitch in basketball shoes with no laces and super short shorts with "Cedar Point" written across the ass went flying by me on Music Row like I was standing still. Then I was struck by a tidal wave of hysterical coeds flailing around on Vandy Move-in Day. Then I had to weave around a spectacularly ridic line outside ThePancake Pantry. Then I slipped on goose poop in Centennial and nearly cracked my ass.
Had a Slim Jim and Coke afterwards. Awesome morning.