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So! Things have kind of perked up (and out) in the past couple of days.
Which is kind of strange, because thanks to Aya the Great, I've discovered that apparently Mercury is in retrograde again, which generally means I get reamed. Maybe it's late in coming.
Anyway. Dad finally let me drive to go see Brian. Big deal, I can tell you're thinking, but it's actually pretty epic. It's city driving, which my father would avoid via lamb sacrifice if he could, so I'm pretty proud of him for breaking that final wall. It's a shame I'm all ripped up and swollen from surgery, but it was fantastic to spend time with him and Jesse.
I think I may have pushed myself a little too hard, though, cause I've been feeling really lightheaded lately. Like I have to sit down every ten minutes. I think I'm gonna cool it on the driving for a while, and just heal. Luckily for me Sabryna came and abducted me yesterday with her Crown Vic Soccer Mom Van (love you, Bryna) and taught me dominos, and it took my mind off of both having to say goodbye to Bri again and how bad my face hurts. We broke even on wins, so we'll play for points next time.
Other than that, not too much to report. I need to go to Giant Eagle today. I've got a couple Percocets lined up for saturday, and then next week is heal, damn it. Heal!
I do too much. And yet it's never enough.
I've started working out again. Staring at Aya's pictures makes me want the body I had in high school, so here's to hoping. Besides, with the new ink I'm getting and how much bigger than my current tattoo it is, I'll be wanting to show it off. I'm happy with most things on my body, to be honest, but I wouldn't mind tightening my abs and a little bit of my hips and thighs, so we'll see how I manage to accomplish that.
I probably won't. A for effort though. *pats herself on the back*
It's weird what kinds of things make me realize how glad I should be for how thin I am. Like, today I woke up and my face was swollen to the point where I have tiny jowls, and it's really gross. If I were fat, I would have these all the time. I think. No offense to thin people with perpetual jowls.
I need to call my mother.
Which is kind of strange, because thanks to Aya the Great, I've discovered that apparently Mercury is in retrograde again, which generally means I get reamed. Maybe it's late in coming.
Anyway. Dad finally let me drive to go see Brian. Big deal, I can tell you're thinking, but it's actually pretty epic. It's city driving, which my father would avoid via lamb sacrifice if he could, so I'm pretty proud of him for breaking that final wall. It's a shame I'm all ripped up and swollen from surgery, but it was fantastic to spend time with him and Jesse.
I think I may have pushed myself a little too hard, though, cause I've been feeling really lightheaded lately. Like I have to sit down every ten minutes. I think I'm gonna cool it on the driving for a while, and just heal. Luckily for me Sabryna came and abducted me yesterday with her Crown Vic Soccer Mom Van (love you, Bryna) and taught me dominos, and it took my mind off of both having to say goodbye to Bri again and how bad my face hurts. We broke even on wins, so we'll play for points next time.
Other than that, not too much to report. I need to go to Giant Eagle today. I've got a couple Percocets lined up for saturday, and then next week is heal, damn it. Heal!
I do too much. And yet it's never enough.
I've started working out again. Staring at Aya's pictures makes me want the body I had in high school, so here's to hoping. Besides, with the new ink I'm getting and how much bigger than my current tattoo it is, I'll be wanting to show it off. I'm happy with most things on my body, to be honest, but I wouldn't mind tightening my abs and a little bit of my hips and thighs, so we'll see how I manage to accomplish that.
I probably won't. A for effort though. *pats herself on the back*
It's weird what kinds of things make me realize how glad I should be for how thin I am. Like, today I woke up and my face was swollen to the point where I have tiny jowls, and it's really gross. If I were fat, I would have these all the time. I think. No offense to thin people with perpetual jowls.
I need to call my mother.