Well, the sore throat never did go away.
Now it's New Year's eve.
The fat kid has definitely been winning.
Failed to get my jog in yesterday, due to the dying part.
Failed to get it in this afternoon, due to the being a mom part.
Am thinking that my moving-out-tomorrow-anyway neighbors will have to deal with the treadmill tonight. Because its that, or I order chinese to celebrate my 30th new years eve sitting at home (not much of an exaggeration... have never been to a new year's eve party, or had a date on new year's eve if you don't count when my daughter's dad and i were a couple... in fact, i've never, in my life, been on a legitimate date. that's so fucking sad.) doing nothing.
i feel like cursing, that's what i feel like.
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