Today I woke up and I was sooooo freaking sore...>_>
Mostly my neck, arms, and shoulder muscles. Damn my not-working-out lifestyle.
Then I took a run to A) try and work out the kinks, and B) test out my ankle's resiliency.
I got about 3/4 of a mile before it started hurting, and I was going pretty fast. But that's only on a fla surface..
Took a shower and then sat on the swing to brush my hair. FAM (Fat a** Max) jumped off the swing when I got on...dumb cat. Dad came home (Jenny y madre had left) and he sat with me for a while as I tried to come through my extremely tangled hair.
e_e
Now I should be typing my essay, and I will....when I'm more tired. I always seem to write better when pressed for time (at like, two AM.)
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