Nothing has come up yet.
Life is just happening, man. Working, running, television, showering, sleeping. Boring.
I am slowly piecing my life back together after the great purse theft of 2014. I am now, however, scared of everything. I am convinced these fucks are coming after me, even though I am sure they have long forgotten about me and are enjoying all of their purchases.
I've got some big runs coming up, and I'm back to hating running again. I just want this thing over with! All this prep, all these runs, all this training...for one little old run. I cannot wait to be done with it.
Also, my boobs hurt so bad I could cry.
Have a good weekend everyone!