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Mid-rambling change of mind (was: Little Amsterdam)

Started: Friday, October 10, 2003 21:08

Finished: Friday, October 10, 2003 21:29

I was thinking about going clubbing this evening, but ultimately didn't. The deciding factor ended up being my foot. I went lovely twilight jog, which was great in every regard, except that somehow, I ended up with a big nasty blister on the bottom of my right sole. It makes it hurt to walk, much less dance. And what's the fun of going to a club if you can't dance? (I'm not the type to go and do nothing but sit and drink beer the whole evening.)

I noticed while running that it was starting to hurt, but I just figured it would go away when I got home and removed the shoe. Contact with the floor from the bare foot revealed that this wasn't to be the case. Examination of the shoe revealed that the inner lining on that part of the sole was fraying away. My foot had been rubbing up against the bare rubber, and/or the crease in the fabric.

My running/casual shoes, after over a year of use, are wearing out, although they still somehow still look fine on the outside. Maybe I can yet find some way to makeshift fix it, and drag a bit more lifespan out of them. Or I can just switch to wearing my hiking boots most of the time for a while.

Anyway, the upshot is that I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs instead of being out in the thick of it.

My job search has been going... well... I'll be honest. I haven't done anything on it for the past couple of days.

Although.... Back on the club thought. I could still be there before 10 and get in with no cover if I go now and hurry. I so don't want to be sitting here. /me tries standing up for a second. It doesn't hurt as much now.

Fuck it. I'm outta here. Content, or lack thereof, can be written later.