Everything since my run Saturday has pretty much been down hill. My fish committed suicide this weekend (yes, he actually managed to jump out of his tank to his death), on Monday I finally figured out that the thing I spent all last week working on at work was too broken for me to ever get functioning, on Tuesday I tried to start something new at work, and that, too, was irreparably broken (again, not my fault, but I couldn't get my stuff done). I even agreed to go on a blind date, but, predictably, got stood up.
I've been trying to exercise to the point of exhaustion to feel better, but, unfortunately, it's not working. All it's doing is making me tired, but I'm not sleeping well, so it just sort of keeps compounding. I ran with a friend from DC Fit last night; we did a speed workout. At the end, she asked what was wrong, because I seemed to be taking something out on her with the pace I was setting. It was kind of funny.
Ugh. Stupid week. Get better. At least I'm running and biking a lot. And haven't gotten hurt yet.
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