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Monday, February 22, 2010

Thwarted


Ugh. Woke up at 5 a.m. this morning completely drenched in sweat. Yesterday's feeling like absolute doody was more than just the repercussions of Saturday night. I'm effing sick. Which, looking through the archives happened almost a year ago as well.

Screw you, February.

This will not, however, interrupt Operation Pudge-be-Gone. Just slow it a little. With another yoga day. Maybe a headstand will make this feeling of "Cotton Brain" better.

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