Helium

Today is a quest to do things that I've been wanting to do, but have put off for a while. It always amazes me that Starbucks never fails to remember when the majority of my friends don't even know. Is it depressing that I'm impressed by an automated message? Probably, but I'll take what I can get at this point.

I had to wait until after 12:00am because I always end up getting a million calls. For some reason everyone thinks that they need to call me at exactly 12:00am. Come on people, you have 24 hours. Spread it out. I do appreciate the thought though, it makes me happy. After the barrage of phone calls I went on a 12 mile run (keep in mind this is at 1:00am) and got back wanting to die. Along the way I got stopped by two police cars asking me if I was drunk. Do I really run so much like a gremlin that they think I'm drunk? It's probably because it's picnic day--at least that's what I'm going to think to make myself feel better. It's only when I got home that I realized how truly out of shape I am. 12 miles used to be no problem, but I feel like all of my bones are melting. I kind of just want to roll myself into a corner and never move again. I forced myself to shower and attempted to sleep, which is always a failure. Unfortunately, my foot was bleeding, but I didn't notice until I showered. Don't you guys hate that? You only realize where you're bleeding if you bathe and soap gets into your wound. Oh, and there's no better way to find cuts on your hand than by sanitizing them with Purell. Mother--. Anyway, I stuck on a Hello Kitty bandage and I was good to go. Don't laugh at me. Hello Kitty bandages have been proven to reduce recovery time dramatically.

You can't see much, but that's the moon. 

I'm going to have to split today into two or three parts, so stay tuned for the rest of my adventure. :) Good grief I can't believe it's about to be 5:00am.