A 4.6-mile, hilly, caffeine-free run led me to Mr. Yogato ready and willing for my small, no-topping yogurt. I was pretty blah by the time I got there, so I had my original tangy without even a trace of chili pepper or chocolate syrup. I was so out of it that the obnoxious teenagers holding court in the shop distracted me from ordering.
Luckily, the teenagers left a couple of minutes after I got there, so I was able to play Tetris to my heart's content. (Yogato has an old-school Nintendo machine.) Then, two little kids came up and watched me. It was awkward, as I am not terribly comfortable in the presence of most children. Anyway, I got to the 10th level before the computer kicked my butt. Then I finished my yogurt and walked home the mile and a half in the cold. It was windy and in the low-ish 40s, and my fingers slowly turned into sausages. How lovely!
Something of note: I got my first forehead stamp (good for 10% off). Probably won't be doing that often, as I must look respectable at work!
Sorry this was such a messy post, but I'm so tired. Better composition tomorrow, I hope.
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