August 23, 2011 by Heather
I am to the point to where I just might throw up a little bit in my mouth if I have to fill out one. more. job. application.
It smelled like fall outside this morning. Didn’t quite feel like fall, but the smell was definitely there.
I want to be home, home as in where my little sister is about to have a baby kind of home. It bothers me, for more than a few reasons.
I did two really hard spin classes two days in a row and my legs feel like tight slabs of concrete. I am so sore. Yoga tonight, for sure.
Right now, December is laying at the base of a floor lamp with her arms around it. She’s looking at it like she’s in love.