It's 10:30pm on a Monday evening and we're waiting for someone who saw our craiglist ad for our old microwave cart to come over and decide if they want to buy it or not.
If they decide they don't want to buy it after being all, "We wanna come see it now!" and making us stay up like this, I'mma be all like,
Seriously. It's already fifteen minutes [scratch that, HALF-HOUR] past when they said they'd be here.
Anyway.
Exercised today! Because yes, I didn't do anything all weekend. Well, I did help smash up tile with a friend Saturday. That was strenuous. And on Sunday I did some boxing practice with another friend. That was strenuous, but mostly fun; we weren't trying to kill ourselves or anything.
The Fatigue:
Fifteen minutes of touches on the ball
[I'm actually getting better. my juggling has noticeably improved, which I honestly didn't expect- because I feel like I juggled a lot in high school but never improved much. maybe my motor skills are better as a twenty-five year old?]
Two mile run
[with Aberlyn and Huey. we were going to run three, but in the 93 degree heat poor Huey pooped out on our way back. I actually carried him for a little ways, and the people at Rally's gave us a cup of water for him. probably shouldn't run in this kind of heat with him again- he is wearing a coat all the time.]
If you didn't catch it, I did a little follow-up on the whole modesty-culture discussion back on Day Nine. If you've got time to waste. It's a really core issue to me, because on one side I find freedom and empowerment for myself (nothing about a woman's body controls my sexuality, because nothing about her body is innately sexual! it's all in my head and heart!) and on the other I find a system of guarded legalism (make sure you don't see a woman in these contexts or with those clothes/lack thereof. that's what leads to objectifying her).
Anywhoozle. I'm going to bed. Wait, no I'm not.
GET HERE, LADY.
Indefatigable. Let's go.
(to bed.)
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