decided to to take a taxi. the knee scrape/injury I picked up last night says that the bus is a biiiig mistake.
I hurt in every other part of my body as well.
But my soul, my soul is free and clear.
Needs food, badly. And despite the sickness, and food over the weekend, I do believe I’m still at a reasonable weight. Working out early in the weekinstantly added lbs to me, as well as tone. but then I had to stop, when my body shut down to repel boarders.
C’est la guerre.
This is not the blow by blow.
And I doubt I’ll be heading in to work tomorrow. lying in bed with a book may be more effort than I can handle, much less my normal “deep thoughts”