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don't let me be mistaken for a jogger

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2003.06.27

Though I had to work throughout the day, I believe I managed to make the most of the weather today. I went to the gym without having to change; just went in my gym clothes (I hope no one mistook me for a jogger). Then this evening I had a few drinks, got myself some bedding materials and some old bags to place them on and passed out on the balcony to sleep for an hour or so. The temperature and whatnot were perfect.

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If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up, I would be crazier than I've been on this trip. I know very few things I'd take seriously any more. I'd certainly be less hygenic... I would take more chances, I would take more trips, I would scale more mountains, I would swim more rivers, and I would watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it all over again, I'd have many more of them, in fact I'd try not to have anything else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of my day. If I had it to do all over again, I'd travel lighter, much lighter than I have. I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and I'd stay that way later in the fall. And I would ride more merry-go-rounds, and catch more gold rings, and greet more people and pick more flowers and dance more often. If I had it to do all over again - but you see, I don't.

—Jorge Luis Borges