So you guys know me by now. Imagine the magnitude of the following story to me while I try to tone it down for the general public.
Last week I returned to school to many happy faces and many stressful problems. After unreasonable hours, I unearthed myself from the mountains of issues, and, on my way home one day, I saw BNERUNR. Hmm! I both love and hate when I don't quite know it. Bone runner? Bane runner? Be any runner? Be an e-runner? Bonnaroo: NR? I mused for several miles. Then, I kept driving, kept musing, my musings meandered, and I found Justin and came home. THE NEXT DAY. Literally, the next day, again, about halfway through my commute home: BNERUNR. BNERUNR!!! Like an old friend already, I silently died of joy while still managing to drive mostly safely. There are SO MANY CARS, you guys. There are SO MANY PEOPLE. There are SO MANY TIMES TO LEAVE WORK. There are SO MANY EXITS on the beltway. To have my mysterious runner friend in the lane to my right and slightly in front of me makes me think there really is a God, and He wants me to be happy.
PS. Stay tuned for more in a similar vein. It will be worth it. I sort of promise. If you like me, basically.
1 comment:
My first thought was "Been a runner", as in, isn't anymore. Sad.
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