02.27.02 :: 9:24 am

Last night I felt muscles in my stomach that I didn't know ever existed, let alone peeked out from the layer of alcohol fat.

And this morning was the first in ages where my belly didn't look like it was still digesting food.

This running thing. It's slowly making changes. And it is so much better with the Strokes blaring in my ears.

Tomorrow is payday. And My Boy and I are waiting to save up more money to buy a bigger bed. Because the current state of affairs is three's a crowd when Stoosh-dog decides to sleep at our feet.

I'm all for the new bed, but not in the mood to buy all new sheets.

Taking it as it comes,


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