Four hours of sleep, going for a GOH that lasted 10 minutes, inclusive of 8 minutes of waiting time, then two rounds around the white house in preparation for COG, staring down at the little black beansprouts that were supposed to be notes. I'm going blind. And if there's one thing I am right now, it's tired. No, no, not complaining. Just feeling some fatigue.

Sometimes words are best left unspoken. 'Silence means consent'. More like, silence gives everyone else carte blanche to run you over with poking assumptions that leave you more speechless than you'd already felt. The...written freedom to annoy someone while the person has no interest whatsoever to retort with a snappy comeback. It's amusing, sometimes.

I've found out what's draggy about New Moon. It's Bella's constant moping over the 'hole in her chest' and the ever appearing metaphor of that serrated knife edge tugging at the edges of that empty space. Nevermind. I'll allow her that indulgence. For good reason.

How am I supposed to go for a run when it keeps raining like this?

March is coming. Hmmm...this really is living life in the fast lane. Faster please. Faster.