Thursday, April 12, 2012


What happens when you drink a half bottle of wine, three beers and a martini blabbing away with friends?

And by you I mean I.

It means laying in bed for hours. Watching the lamest tv shows.

At least I'm too tired to eat poorly.

Probably not running today...good news? Those socks are the bomb. My calves feel amazing.


Don't you judge me, Hunter.

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