See Part 1 if it helps.
Work is okay except for the parts that aren't. That's what beer is fixing. It's to the point I just emailed my dad and begged him to let me come home for a weekend.
On the up side, I did get on the elliptical tonight; first time I've run in over a week. That felt good. (In case you missed it, I had a fever for like five days in a row this weekend. There was no exercise. It sucked.) My lungs and heart seemed to know what to do. My muscles hate me and are burning (in a 'feel the burn - wait - what the hell were you thinking?!?' kind of way)
Now I'm talking to a friend on facebook and wishing my parents would wake up in the middle of the night just to check their email for me.
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