Notes
You know the feeling when you wake up and you can't make a fist? Or the feeling of trying to run fast in a dream, but there's just no speed? That was today. Didn't feel bad, didn't hurt, not tired. Just couldn't get it going. 9:39 was it.
This is what I get for snarking at "somebody's" 10:40 pace yesterday.
Hope you're enjoying your voodoo doll, Trent.
Stupid.