It's not romantic here in blue...
It's been an unusually horrendous week here. In an effort to distract myself and stay sane, I've been hiding out in the gym. A lot. As a result, it feels like my entire body has been beaten with a tire iron from head to toe.
So. Spin class tomorrow. I might skip chisel, though...
I'm so sick of all this bullshit. I just want my unimpressive little life in my tiny little apartment to keep being unimpressive and free of drama and angst. Is that really so much to ask?
So. Spin class tomorrow. I might skip chisel, though...
I'm so sick of all this bullshit. I just want my unimpressive little life in my tiny little apartment to keep being unimpressive and free of drama and angst. Is that really so much to ask?