02.20.02 :: 9:35 am

Again I become possessed.

Running? Running?! For, like, health purposes?

This is unheard of, and yet, through the agonizing soreness of muscles I never knew existed, My Boy and I chug furiously through parks and streets, and the tightness in the abs proves there's goodness underneath the flab.

Keep on keeping on.

Eating like a person concscious of what goes into her mouth.

You would not believe the craving I have right now for a McD's Value Meal. No, really. It's otherworldly.

Talk to me in a hour, I may regain composure.

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