An average normal run of the treadmill hamster wheel day on the electric ass bathtub is only 12 miles of actual riding.
That's 63,360 feet. That’s a lot of final-fifty-fucking-feeting, a lot of Amazon last-mile packaging and some good old fashioned old school paper inter-office envelope campus mail too. Racking up a few miles in the relatively small geographic area that is the scenic 700 acre campus and a few choice bits of the U District.
Ask me about 3946 W. Stevens Way and how many times I’ve been there today.
If I had a hammer, I’d hammer in the morning…
If I had a bell, I’d ring it in the morning…
If I had a strava-like heatmap of my habitrails it would be very similar day-to-day. Day after day. Day in. Day out. Groundhog Day. Ditto. Ditto. Ditto. Cyclical cycles circulating. Concentric circles radiating. Repetitious repetitions repeatedly repeating. Backtracking, roundtripping, reconnoitering, revisiting. Again. Playing it again. Groundhog-daying it again. Dialing in details too numerous to recount here and now. Clockwork like. Like clockwork. Lathering. Rinsing. Repeating. Repeatedly.
So it goes and goes and goes until finally it’s quitting time aka Big Time time. Waylaying an IPA. A waylaid waylay. A waylay waylaid. A stone's throw away from the train station and on into my way all the way home.
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