And when I get lazy, I watch TV instead of write. Writing is hard, and takes a lot of brain power. I need to save my energy to do it.
Granted, I was forced to go, but it was pretty good.
The title is that because my life is so awkwardly funny that it borders on sad. Let me explain.
Officially the poorest.
It’s *picture of French fries* Day socks
The only down side is I am very poor. So maybe going to three movies a week isn’t such a great idea.
But I need to say, Navy Pier is long, like really long.
They all lied. I was lied to.
So my workoutspiration is her, pretending to kick ass, in a very technical way.
But something about trying to flirt with my physical therapist screams sexual harassment. So, I’m holding back.