Exhaustion

is bittersweet.
I feel like I am doing so much with my days that that is all I ever truly feel.
But hey, how often has that ever occurred in the days of my procrastination?
Not oft.
I feel accomplished in a small sense.

I RAN TODAY!
This never happens!
I DESPISE running. I want to like it so much, and mentally, cannot.
I finally got running shoes whose original owner was myself.
They are beautiful.
I need them to condition for Rugby.
Boo yah! I like contact sports.
Also I am trying to swing an A in Anatomy, which is notorious for killing the students who are foolish enough to undergo it.

But hey, I ran! Today is the start of a great year.