What I want is a fuck buddy.
What I need is a cry buddy.
What I want is a fuck buddy.
What I need is a cry buddy.
Score hit 1600 on one page. Up.
Another proposal rejected, apparently withouta second read, by a team marketing solution for second reads. Down.
Spoke to ma pa for nearly 90 minutes. Up.
Had a short, 5-minute angry rant midway. Down.
Rested all day and stretched twice. Up.
Legs are still stiff and hurting, with 10 miles on the training plan tomorrow. Down.
Played and snuggled with boy. Up.
Lying alone on the sofa thinking bad thoughts, when I should be asleep. Down.
Text to R this morning:
I don’t want to go run in this freezing cold.
I just want too snuggle up with the warm bachcha, hot chocolate, hot samosas and watch Gilmore girls.
After a good interval running session in freezing cold:
I’m the next Kipchoge. I’m the new Mary Kitane. I can beat Shelly Ann Fraser Price. David Rudisha is me. Mo Farah wants to be me!
Hormones and all that stuff … :)
I’m missing Cristina Yang.
She’s absolutely the best character (and actor) in the early seasons of Grey’s Anatomy. Outshines everyone else put together.
We have a lot of lovely rose plants in our backyard. The flower beds in the front are largely empty. In early November, Paul and I planted a few rose cuttings from the back yard roses in the front yard flower beds. He advised me there was very low likelihood that any of them will survive or take root.
I read somewhere that roses like acidic soil; mixing coffee grounds in the soil around them is good for them. So I’ve been doing that occasionally.
Today when I went to distribute some coffee grounds around the roses, I noticed a few fresh leaves sprouting out of a few of those cuttings.
They’re alive! They may even take root! We may have successfully added new plants (without buying them) to the yard!
I’m happy :)
Woke up before 7. Took care of the boy’s morning business. Meditated. Worked. Stretched. Practiced French. Ran. Stretched. Now working again.
I just discovered that the regions map used by Google Analytics doesn’t yet differentiate Telangana from (rest of) Andhra.
*whisper* It doesn’t differentiate the regions of erstwhile J&K either. Supporters of an unmentionable political party may start burning Sundar’s effigies if they find out.
Shaved. Walk with the boys in beautiful, freezing sunshine. Chatted with parents. Posted a few photos1. Wrote notes for Running with Sherman. Gritted the front drive. Made lunch. Ate lunch. Didn’t work2.
Can’t sleep.
All day I worked to stay away from the trouble in the head.
Now the head is too tired to work, and too troubled to rest.
Can’t sleep.