my number two self

Ever googled yourself? I googled myself today, small diversion from more constructive things. And I’m not the number one me! In fact, I don’t exist in the world according to google, unlike one 92 year old with a potty mouth and a myspace page (I believe she is using my name as alias).

I am a tree falling in the woods that no one can hear.

Truth be told, I am a crippled tree, falling in the woods. My hip is gone. Carney came home from the gym and said he could run 4 kilometers in 21 minutes. I thought I could do much better than this and ran 5 kms in 30 minutes. This not only meant I did not win the 'I can run faster than Carney' (secret) title, but I am nearly killed from the effort. If only I had made the effort in a more honourable quest (e.g. I had hurt myself saving small children from a fire), I would be a hero and more obvious on google.

Oh, the irony.

Kitty, the second.