So today was one of those days, Diary. I woke up late but still felt tired, had breakfast/lunch/dinner but still felt low on blood sugar, and just generally didn't really feel up to anything at all. Dull and uninspired, I decided to go running, just in order to do something out of the ordinary. (And very much so, in my case. I think it's been more than a year since I did any kind of jogging.)
I ended up doing five kilometres, but had to slow down and walk for at least half the distance. For all of my 23 years, I have yet to encounter one, single, lonely experience of sporting living up to the supposed "it feels so good... especially afterwards" -reputation. It just doesn't work I tell you.

Ah, well. Being out in the woods during the summer though, is good. You can tell the planet is alive. I encountered a few anthills (good excuses to stop for a bit), and the trail was full of snails. Regular, smaller ones, and those elongated black forest slugs (used to be a little scared of those as a kid, but I like them now). Had to look down and watch my step all the time. The trails around here are pretty well-trafficked though, and there were a lot of squishy little puddles and broken shells. It's not easy being a snail.

On another note, Minority Report was rather good. Not in a world-altering sense, but decent. The scenes with Agatha out of the pool kind of hit me. I think I have a soft spot for the whole innocence and helplessness thing easily transmitted by women like that. Reminded me a little of Leeloo in The Fifth Element, but even more so here. Yep. Helplessness and innocence attract me.

Actually, awhile back I read this what-kind-of-a-guy-is-he? -test in a weekly women's magazine or equivalent and found out I was a Knight. This isn't as good as it may sound though, because the attributes of the Knight included always falling for helpless, sort of emotionally injured women whom he could care for and protect. And since he only ended up with these "broken" (not my idea) women, he would always be giving all he had to someone not capable of caring for or loving him as much in return, destining the whole thing to go overboard.

Hmm...yeah. I guess it was more of a what's-wrong-with-that-guy? -test actually, because if I remember correctly all the results had some major emotional inadequacy. Either way, I'm not sure the test was right on the spot in my case, but the movie made me think about it.

On yet another note, it's July 8th now.
Happy Birthday, Noelia. Happy Birthday, Elliewellie.