Last night, I went out in search of somewhere to watch Mythbusters. I left my place at around 6, because I wasn't sure how long it would take to find someone that was home. Around 7:40, I was still walking, but my feet were getting too hot, so I took off my shoes and socks and continued walking. I kept going until around 8:30, when all the sand on the sidewalks was bothering me too much, so I put my shoes back on.
At that point I had given up on Mythbusters (and really, I gave up around 7:40, I was just feeling a little lonely and wanted to hang out with people) so I started heading home--in a very roundabout way. I got back to my place at 9:30, and saw some people I knew through the window at Jeff's. I went to my place to get rid of the hated shoes and went back down to see what was up.
I ended up hanging out in a group of 15 people--only 8 of which actually ate anything--until 11. Then I went back to my place and went to bed.
I walked around for three and a half hours last night--about 7 miles--only to end up hanging out less than one minute away from my place--three floors down and a little bit east. That seems to be the story of my life. Oh well, I had a good time anyway.
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