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This is just my journal. Sometimes it's a place to rant, sometimes it's a place to just talk about how things are going for me.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Six nine....

Seven Zero situps...Whoa. PT is awesome. I decided I'm an idiot for thinking I can keep up with RC and my own life too. I quit. It makes me feel like I'm a stupid loser quitter. But I don't care. I need my grades, and my sleep, and my sanity.
Wierd dream last night.
I woke around 2330, groggy, strangled. I had just been having a dream that scary animals had crawled into my bed under my sheets and were pinning me down because if I moved I would wake them and they would hurt me. But I couldn't breathe either. It turned out that my sheets were tangled and my quilts too many and too heavy. And too warm.
But I couldn't breathe either. My tongue felt oddly swollen.
It happened later on the run this morning too, felt like my tongue was too big. Maybe I was slightly allergic to something I ate for dinner, or maybe my lymph nodes are swollen.
The run felt really good. Parts of it sucked, but I did rather well for most of it. MSG Dunn was in a feather this morning, and he was really pushing us. It was great.
Anywho, I've got to get a move on my day.
Luvs to the Wisps

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