charger;

I feel like such a mean and callous person when I'm tired. I just wanna curl up in bed and sleep all day long and not care about anyone or anything. (but still feel bad for not helping seemingly homeless old ladies carry a million shopping bags and a pair of crutches on the bus *facepalm* you mean mean mean girl, Grace)

And then wake up and run many many many miles on the treadmill (but will probably die at 3.5, let's cap it there... Lauren does on average 7 miles everyday. Feel inferior?) and 14 slope on the elliptical, then fall asleep on the yoga mats while trying to do the most pathetic sit-ups/planks ever, followed by incredibly obscene stretching positions with feet 180degrees apart in mid air while wearing too-small wide-holed shorts. With the iPod in the ears and philosophy/chemistry reading by my side like sufficient, conscience-cushioning bodyguards.

And revel in all my sweaty glory. I could totally fall asleep in the gym all the time.

I love sweating. I miss sweating. I miss having a ridiculously palpitating heart. I miss panting and getting my face all flushed and bright red. Do you know what this means?

This means that I miss ballet. A LOT. How else do you explain missing the feeling of sticky sweat? (and endorphin levels, well that makes more sense)...



Then (a couple of hours later) have a wonderful turkey sandwich with olives and GREY POUPON.

Omg grey poupon. Bestttt.

And like, a liter of milk. Turkey and milk. Tryptophan madness. Which induces sleep.

No wonder.