I have been in a fuck ton of pain this week. I’m ready for it to stop now, please.
I want to eat all the things, like I really
want need a cookie and a milkshake.
I’m pretty much over this dieting bullshit, to be honest.
I’m getting a lot of alone time this week. It feels sort of weird, though not unpleasant.
It’s not really going to be ending anytime soon, either.
You’d think my place would be cleaner, under the circumstances.
Instead, I’ve been reading a lot! I have started & finished two books since Monday afternoon. I’m going to start another tonight.
If my foot would stop hurting, I’d be able to get in some good exercise. I think I may need new running shoes. Mine have seen me through half-marathon training, the half-marathon itself, and then like another year’s worth of running.
Oh wait… make that two years. Yep, it’s time.
I overslept this morning, and so I’m wearing a hoodie and a hat in the office since I don’t have any appointments or court today.
I get to pick up my boyfriend from the airport this afternoon. I have some ideas on how he can repay me. They all involve being naked. But he has to feed me first. I’m hungry.