The Gym, Thursday mid-morning
Annette slept in. She needed the extra sleep desperately. After the last few days, she was exhausted. Still, there were things that needed to be done today. She had no classes and she had to find Meg today and ask her to kick her (shut up, there's a story there), and if that didn't work, Annette was going straight to Turtle. Turtle would do it. She thought she might go to Turtle anyway.
First off? She had to get in a good work out. All that tequila had not been good for her body so she was running on the treadmill this morning, working up a sweat and trying to clear her mind of everything that was all jumbled up.
...and A.J. Dick punched A.J. He would probably never ever talk to her again. Ever. Crap. What to do about A.J.?
Annette ran faster, breathing heavier, trying not to worry over things she could not fix.
(the gym is open.)
First off? She had to get in a good work out. All that tequila had not been good for her body so she was running on the treadmill this morning, working up a sweat and trying to clear her mind of everything that was all jumbled up.
...and A.J. Dick punched A.J. He would probably never ever talk to her again. Ever. Crap. What to do about A.J.?
Annette ran faster, breathing heavier, trying not to worry over things she could not fix.
(the gym is open.)