Hormone swings have gotten the best of me.
So have the bastard HMO insurance companies.
I want and demand drugs. But no.
Running has been a struggle.
Eating has been a struggle.
It’s been a long week, with only a few miles. Mostly, Donkey walking miles. He’s shaping up so nicely.
Anyone in need of an overweight, lazy maltese named Rikki? (I’ve cured the happy pee. I swear.)
Don’t worry. It’s only temporary. I’m not that crazy.