– Had a really Freudian dream. I told someone I didn’t want to be a pastor and my dad heard and was heartbroken and angry at me for the rest of the dream. The poor unoccupied neurons must have needed some exercise. Then I woke up, two minutes before my alarm was to go off.
– Got awesome running shoes at Savers for $6.99 and then went on an hour-long run (!) on the treadmill, and burned 870 calories, according to the little display box. Dietary equivalent: two or three of the pastries my mom kept giving to me over the weekend.
– Battled entropy for an hour yesterday afternoon and lost (again).
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