I’m sitting here, script open beside me, trying to figure out why the hell I wanted to write in the first place…

I think it was to comment on just how out of shape I am. I took Finnegan, the dog, for a walk and kept choking the poor bastard. Looks like my walking speed, though faster than my co-workers, is still slower than my dog’s and I kept choking him back to keep him in pace with me. Otherwise, I would’ve ended up running for exactly 45 seconds, stopping, collapsing into one of the absolutely gorgeous piles of wet leaves that were in every yard we walked past, undid his leash and let him roam the neighborhood freely, while I sat there and waited for the utterly debilitating and embarrassing cramps to abate. 

But I would never share that on the internets, it’s too embarrassing, really it is.