I was your gypsy, throwing diamonds at your feet.
My legs and back are still aching from those exercises I did on Saturday. Walking and bending is so painful, it's ridiculous. Also, Hank hasn't called me since Wednesday morning. I think I might be single? As soon as he does talk to me, I bet it's done. I'm dealing with it better than I expected. Although, I don't think moping and listening to old Michelle Branch albums are "dealing with it". I'm going to the beach today to maybe get some more tanning. I've got a research assignment due Thursday that I've done a great job avoiding and I've got to take two rolls by tomorrow for Photography. I don't think I'm very enthused by "abstract" photography.