At about 2:00pm today I got out of class after drawing some lines and tracing over them on a second sheet, and headed over to HR because I found some paperwork that I was supposed to turn back in to them some time ago. It took me about 15 minutes to take care of all of that, leaving me just enough time to see my bus cruise by before I could haul booty up to the stop. I checked the time charts and saw that it was going to be a very long time for the next bus to show up, something on the order of 50 minutes or so. I didn't care to sit down that long, so I walked up the street a good ways to where they have an electronic board that updates you on how long it will be before the buses that service that site get there. So I stop, read the clunky L.E.D. display (which could be better designed for readability in sunlight), and find that the next bus won't be for another 30 minutes. So, what did I do?
Heh, I decided to walk home.
All the way down MLK. I think it took me about 40 minutes to accomplish. After some time of letting my neck roast in the sun I decided to pop my collar. What can I say, I'm late to fashion trends. A while later I got tired of walking on the sunny side of the road, so I crossed over and enjoyed shade for the majority of my remaining trek. I got bored after about 25 minutes, so I started taking some pictures. I don't know if I care to share them here on the interpipes, but we'll see. They're not anything Ansel would be impressed with, but they kept me interested.
I drank a good bit of water when I got back, showered, and drank some more water. Here I sit, pleased as punch at having accomplished it. I don't believe I ever enjoyed a runners' high...maybe a walkers' chemical equivalent is more of a middle.