It was really nice out today and since the only class I wanted to take at the gym was at 8pm and catching the bus that late is kind of a drag, I opted for a run. Bad idea. It feels like I ground dull metal against my shins. My legs are throbbing and pulsating in places I didn't know I could have such a strong pulse and my lungs feel almost exactly as I imagine those people who mess up their circus act of swallowing swords and flame ignited sticks must feel. Translation: It fucking burns. To add insult to injury, as I struggled along at top speed (I'm sure there were ants moving faster than I was) two chicks flew past me in a bouncy, chipper blur and then moved miles in front of me in what seemed like only a moments time. Showoffs. Anyway, I walk/ran 2 miles today (okay, technically, it was more like 1.8 miles but let's not split hairs). It was a beast but I'm glad I did it. Now, I cook dinner and I think I'll start by cleaning the sink later tonight. This cleaning of the bedroom is gonna have to happen gradually. I mean honestly, it looks like someone set off a clothes bomb in my room. There are things everywhere. Tank tops, shirts, pants, skirts, jackets, bras, panties, towels, pillow cases. You name it, it's on the floor in my room. All of Wes' clothes are hung and folded. I am the worst :) It'll get on a tip-top spring cleaning once he is out of town this weekend.
Now, I'm off to make dinner. Pictures to follow.
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