A few aeons ago my best friend and I would jog together. Now I am no runner, but I could jog nice and slow and it wasn’t that awful. Usually. Some days it was even great.
All images and GIFs courtesy of Google images.
But other days, ugh. It was rough. Maybe it was something I ate. Maybe it was dehydration, but something pushed me down. Physically.
Mentally and emotionally I was ready to run, but once in a while…it was what my friend still refers to the five-ton man run. To her, it felt like she had a five ton man on her back.
That’s me today. Not for running, but writing. This post has had me dragging for three days.
I started a post about my worst dreams.
I started a short video about my fears.
I started writing another poem.
And then, just when I was about to recycle my laptop, I asked myself: What would I post if no one else was ever going to see it?
And my answer was: GIFs.
A collection of GIFs which blend my love of the creeptacular with my need for visual stimulation.
And so, Dear Reader, until I get this five ton man off my back, here are tonight’s GIFspirations.
You can lump them or leave them for all I care.
Though, I do care. I’m sorry I said that. I love you.
