This is a chronicle of my Walk to Class.
Look at the clock, it takes me about 7 minutes to walk to this particular class, but I figure if I am chronicling then I should give myself some extra time:
Lock the door because I definitely trust no one in this apartment complex not to enter my apartment and steal things:
Down the stairs from the third floor. This is always an indicator of how my knee is doing. I can feel fine walking around, but if my knee hurts as I go down the stairs on my way to the gym I know running is for sure out:
Wonder why I live in such a shit-hole place. The more I talk to people the more they just feel bad that my whole preception of Wisconsin is almost-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-Milwaukee. They all promise me the rest of the state is very nice.
Cross the street, watch for cars pulling out of the student parking lot to the right and the dental school parking lot to the left:
Dental school. Think about how I need to inquire about whether or not they offer very cheap cleanings performed by the dental students:
Worry about spontaniously turning into a gypsy and bursting into interpretive dance, which would involve lots of slow twirling in circles, while I listen to Paint It Black.
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