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Two pages of Hardy Boys done, two more well on the way to being done, and that's all, folks. I've spent the last two hours lying on the couch feeling like a wrung-out dishrag soaked in shittiness.
Fucking hormones.
I'm going to bed early tonight: tomorrow morning, George and I have to go see our insurance agent about George's policy, which is my favorite thing in the WHOLE world next to dental surgery. And I've blown my carbs due to a savage craving for bread. AND I just realized that I've been counting my pulse wrong during my workouts (yeah, how stupid do you have to be to get THAT wrong...), though I think I'm still at least close to the target zone.
*stumps off to bed, maybe with a tranquillizer to keep me company*
Fucking hormones.
I'm going to bed early tonight: tomorrow morning, George and I have to go see our insurance agent about George's policy, which is my favorite thing in the WHOLE world next to dental surgery. And I've blown my carbs due to a savage craving for bread. AND I just realized that I've been counting my pulse wrong during my workouts (yeah, how stupid do you have to be to get THAT wrong...), though I think I'm still at least close to the target zone.
*stumps off to bed, maybe with a tranquillizer to keep me company*
