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I made a really good dinner tonight. I'm proud. Vermillion rockfish in fennel-saffron tomato sauce over pasta, and from scratch chocolate hazelnut cake for delert.
Something compelled me to haul out my mom's treadmill today and punish the hell out of myself. I ran for like 5 minutes and speedwalked for like 30, and nearly died. I'm so tired it hurts in such a good way.
I hate running. What the hell prompted this?
Tomorrow is Gogol Bordello (oh mah goodness!) and then . . . who knows?
Enough of my brain dribblings, I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted.
Something compelled me to haul out my mom's treadmill today and punish the hell out of myself. I ran for like 5 minutes and speedwalked for like 30, and nearly died. I'm so tired it hurts in such a good way.
I hate running. What the hell prompted this?
Tomorrow is Gogol Bordello (oh mah goodness!) and then . . . who knows?
Enough of my brain dribblings, I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted.