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Crapulous.

It's already Thursday? Where did the week go??

Oh well; I made a bit of progress on editing that essay I've been talking about over on pink interrobanger. (And I'll probably continue putting more about that there to spare those of you uninterested in my writing projects--or my endless ramblings thereupon XD)

Still, though. The week disappeared rather rudely, it seemed. I guess I did work Monday and Tuesday, and yesterday turned into a 'pajama day', and today's hardly started.... But the week feels so gone.

And I feel so gross about it. Real lazy and fat feeling. Still kinda tired (might be cuz I was up until 4am last night >.<). Hence the title of this post. Look it up. (second definition.)

A lot of the week has been spent looking forward to tomorrow--pay day. I do hope I have something leftover after I pay all my bills. ... I should really get back to applying for that loan consolidation, shouldn't I? *sigh*

In other news, I'm proud to announce I've been really good about working out this week :) I'm about to go do some yoga which will make it the third day in a row--yesterday was arms & shoulders and the day before was legs. (Sunday was back and Friday, or so, was chest.) I'm already seeing some results, as I'd hoped I would :)

Anyway, onwards and upwards.

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