Thoughts I have while walking on treadmill:  I should have four miles in about an hour. I can do this.  Lalalalala… Should have brought my radio.  This would be a perfect opportunity for listening to an audio book.  Wonder if I could read a REAL book without falling off?  Nah.  *Close my eyes & try to envision how it would go* Immediately trip.  Regain balance.  Wow, the ceiling is really low down here. Wonder what those nails are from?  Good thing I’m not tall, I’d be claustrophobic. Guess God knows what he’s doing.  These dogs stink.  I can’t believe Johnny used to let dogs live in his house. Look at all the dust they generate! Why does he like it down here so much? It’s so drab.  Probably because I talk so much. And he can watch what he wants to on TV. (Platoon infinity)   How do I turn that TV on, anyway? {It’s a big screen that’s probably as old as I am} Can I Facebook while walking?  *Try it*  *Become slightly nauseated* Nope.  Sigh.  How far have I walked? Not even a thousand steps?!? Bull crap!  Maybe I could do Instagram. Less reading.  Okay.  Okay.  Okay.  Hmm. I’m getting kinda hungry. All I’ve had is coffee…