(Aubrey is curled up on my lap, and he has wrapped his arms around one of my hands, and he’s snoring really softly)
Cycling, skating, core training and I’m going to start some light lifting and martial arts (so I can stop feeling scared. I figure if I know how to kill someone, I’ll be fine leaving my house alone).
I am going to have thighs that could crush a human skull soon, I’m telling you. I want to live on a bike - all the pain is so, so worth it.
I love my cats with all my heart but I strongly resent the fact that I have to sleep in odd, uncomfortable positions because I’m too much of a sop to move them off my bed.
Despite the day starting terribly (and I’m not feeling much better), I had a wonderful night out. We had surprise drinks (a friend put wasabi peas in one and pickled eggs in others) and tequila shots and we played on this silly football table and listened to great music. I don’t know, I feel quite elated. But in a detached way.