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Apparently, I can't run two days in a row. I'm very sore and tense and irritable today, and the thought of going to the gym makes me want to crawl under my desk and growl at people.
I got what seemed to be a decent amount of sleep last night, except for waking up at 4 due to over heating. Sweat pants and a T shirt are necessary at the beginning of the evening, but once your under the comforter and the heater in the room kicks in... that's the most likely reason for waking out of the blue.

I've been good about not posting today, as anything I have to say will likely be overthought and angsty. No relaxation yet, not for me. Progress has been made on painting, which is good. Still miles to go, or so it seems.

I'm stopping now.

Happiness costs just a few pounds...

considering how I feel after the ice cream cookie sandwich and oatmeal raisin cookie.
The honey dijon chips can wait until tomorrow I think.

The above, plus a dose of one of the loveliest Britpop bands out there (Lush) have conspired to improve my mood. And their plan is working. I can feel happiness like a warm snake in my belly, curling through my veins and sliding up the back of my throat. Tonight will see my mostly ready GT army hitting the playing field for some much needed playtesting. Then I will go to ManRay, let a few drinks slide down my throat, and dance off those cookies. In the spirit of Stevie D, I will be dashing and sexy. I will also let you have me, if you ask very nicely.