ha, I’m just mimicking the way Chandler talks.
I spend 60 minutes on the bus every day.
During this time, I’m like a half-dead person, the only parts of me that could move are my eyeballs. I also turn out to be the most unlucky optimist trying to cheer up by thinking of beautiful things or humming beautiful songs(actually these are the only two things that I can do on the bus!)… then I start to think how pathetic I am, that I should really get a bike and ride to work from the next day on!
Then the bus stops at my station, I pull myself desperately out from the “high-populated” bus, and my home/office is just minutes’ walk away. At this time I give up the newly-made decision(which was still fresh with “resolution” a few seconds ago)… WELL…the time spent in bus is not that too long…I can surely survive tomorrow…I do need physical exercise like this… I’m so tough!
