This is my first weekend off since April or something. This never happens when I have a job, but it's the trade-off I get for that twelve-hour shift and all the hard-work I tend to put in ( Read more... )

I finally went to the doctor after close to two weeks--though I can't exactly say I procrastinated due to the fact that I worked for five days straight after it really hit me hard.
I just gave up on reading Coffee with Ghosts. It seemed a worthwhile read from the description, but it's far too vulgar and it really didn't seem to have much attention ( Read more... )

I was considering going jogging in favor of more sleep but I have my doubts now. I missed some reading that could probably help with the mock scenario we are doing at school tomorrow ( Read more... )

I was in a remarkably sour mood. Of course, the span of time in which I went without caffeine added to that ( Read more... )

The water vapor from my mouth collected on my scarf and covered it with ice crystals ( Read more... )

Ah, I had hoped to visit her earlier but I found myself a little lost on the way. I mean, I've gone in that general direction when jogging but... I just get lost too easy.
The cold had gotten into my brain by then, but that did little to change my usual demeanor.
We watched Man of La Mancha and such was fun ( Read more... )

In case you haven't heard of tough mudder, it's a twelve-mile jog/obstacle course based on the training for British special forces.  It's got all sorts of things.  A short swimming part or two (I avoided three of those, as I can't swim*), two parts with electrified wire, running through smoke-choked corridors of burning hay-bales, walking through ( Read more... )