A reflection of the week. It seems all my weeks end up being so similar to other weeks that I don't have stuff to write even though stuff has happened to me. Like mean lady and then forced to apologize lady (the one and same and it wasn't me).
I have discovered a love-hate relationship with running. I kind of hate running when I start. When I finish I feel great. When I hear a good song it makes me want to run. What a weird girl.
Anyway, no time to write, seems like a likely story. What an excuse.