Post by @TheBreadmonkey@beige.party

2026-10-27 18:36 UTC

It is DARK. It is COLD. It is RAINING. I am TIRED. I had a bad day at work yesterday which I responded to by having a bit of a LATE NIGHT. I had to go to LONDON TOWN today, which is the loudest and most terrifying place on this or any other PLANET. I cannot convey to you the depths of which I do not wish to go running. I haven't been in weeks because I've been ill. I don't think I even remember how to run. Is that the one with the arms? Trish is basically making me go. Urgh. Stupid Trish. I'm sure she hates me.

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@MaryAustinBooks@mstdn.social 2026-10-27 20:45

@TheBreadmonkey@beige.party You know perfectly well that after you've tortured yourself running and had a shower you will feel great and like yourself. It's hell, purgatory and Heaven all in one day, every day, and that is why I'm a runner too.

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@TheBreadmonkey@beige.party 2026-10-27 18:50

I really really hate running. It is stupid and idiotic and hurty and hot and my legs hurt and it's night time and I just want pie and sleep. Why can't it be pie and sleep time. Why must it always be hot and hurty time. Why not pastry and restorative rest. Why can't I get what I need from flour. Flour loves me. Running is my sworn enemy. It's like I'm in that stupid video game from the 1980s where you had to mash the buttons to make the person run. Only I am the person and I must mash my own buttons. Why cannot someone mash my buttons for me. Why do they even need to be mashed. THIS IS 2026 WE HAVE WIRELESS CHARGING.

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