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did not quit smoking. i know, i know. i'm bargaining with myself more, and making a semiconscious effort to cut back. meanwhile, im taking more bronkaid. thats the same, amirite?
the running is... pathetic. still. ive had a couple quick splits but because i didnt let myself fully recover for awhile, my calves got very, very angry. not like, "oh youre just a bitch, g'head and ignore how sore you are." but more like, "yeah you can keep goin. watch what happens. try it. dare you." and once my body starts daring me, i end up in cuffs or a doctors office. ive learned this about me through much trial and even more error.
so going slow? of course all of you were right, but i was trying to work within a time constraint. i may have more time, and i may need to think about other jobs. the whole thing could drive me insane if i let it, but fuck, im kinda already there, so I just roll.
in other news, i'm still winning at the pharmacy, so there's that.
What goes on here? it's my house. everything, and nothing, but all of both is awesome.
wrap ur mind around THAT for a hot minute.
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