i was doing so well, too.
my weekend was very quiet and sloth-like. i rented a couple movies, did a wee bit of non-grocery shopping, went for a long walk, ran into tall shane, helped my dad with some computer stuff, took out the garbage, washed the dishes and woke up with a bout of sciatica.
before becoming a cripple again, i was feeling pretty damn awesome. i had even started to convince myself i was looking cute despite my baggy pants and hair in dire need of management.
you know, this isn’t even interesting. i should probably have deleted it.
aw poor girl, guess a sunset walk is out of the question for us :/
i could handle a sunset hobble punctuated with a stop on every bench IF i didn’t have to study for my mid-term.