I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

Xcalibur: you make me so happy
wildorchid: you make me so happy
Xcalibur: good
wildorchid: good

not always, but sometimes, I guess it's just that easy.

publishing is just grand

The office of another friend who is a victim of workplace oppression but gets to work amongst the books all day. Lovely.

planes, trains, and automobiles

Sometimes. The MBTA. KILLS MY SOUL.

That is all.

peace like a frickin' river, that's what I have now that it's over

I RAN A HALF MARATHON YESTERDAY
I DID
I RAN it in 2 hours and 23 minutes
I raised over 2200$$ for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society
and I felt badass. I did. I admit it.

There's not really too much more to add. My sports bra was amazing and kept my small boobs in place and did not eat away at my skin. My shoes were fabulous and kept my feet going. My body held up all 13.1 miles. I had the names pinned to my back, names that my sponsers wanted to run in honor of or in memory of and the thought of them kept me moving as well. My coworker also gave me this amino acid revival shit and oh my God miles 6,7, and 8 were probably my fastest cause of that. Holy crap. Plus I didn't walk once (well except for at water stops but that doesn't count because HELLLOOOO I can't drink and run at the same time...yeah I'm spastic, but there it is, drinking and running do not mix for me). So basically I felt great. I could go into this heavy deep and real detail about how I proved to myself that I was strong and all that shit, but really I don't feel like it. I actually want to take a nap. Because I took the day off cause I am hobbling around cause my muscles and joints are all f-ed up. SO yeah. I will draw a picture though. This is me crossing the finish. My ankle is bleeding because of the electronic microchip anklet "if you don't wear this you don't get a time" thing messed up my leg and ate the skin off of it. ANd it bled everywhere. But that's ok, cause I got to buy first aid gear. yay.