Hope for the Hopeless

-Just some old pics I found from a year and a half ago. My family eats things with beaks & eyeballs.

-Ran 13 miles today, & finally experienced what 'hitting the wall' feels like. Imagine this: Staring up at the sky, your legs are moving, but your body is not aware of any momentum or physical force exerted bc it's so numb. Oh and my knee is killing me, all I can think of is the synovial fluid (thanks A&P!) in my knee and how it probably needs to be refreshed!
YAY for Half Marathons!

-Things are well. Stressful but well. The occasional & inevitable mental breakdowns, but well. For instance, I was using eye makeup remover to take off eyeliner from my 'inferior tarsal of the eyelid' more popularly known as the lower eyelid; and it would not come off! Know why?? Bc they were bags! HUGE DARK BAGS.

- i email my professor too much.

::gets back to icing that darn knee::

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