I ran for 30 minutes with Donkey this morning and he got bored because I ran to slow for him. He tugged the leash a million times. I was slightly irritated about that. I’m slightly irritated with the world right now. Of course, it’s easier to stay mad at the world than it is a 75-pound hunka lunka loving donkey. When, when, when is someone going to invent the magical disappearing-hormone pill?