A day of nothing

Almost nothing. I did do a few things, but not much.

This was such a weird day. I went to bed last night at 9, which is normal. I felt kind of bad because I was talking with my friend Rocky and yawning horribly. So I signed off with him and crashed. I didn't set an alarm for once, because I didn't have any reason to be up at a specific time. I really thought I'd wake up around 6 at the latest just because it's usually how I roll.

I woke up at 8:30. How crazy is that???

Apparently, I needed the sleep. It's not completely surprising, given the crappy week I've had, but even with the crappiness I still got 8 hours of sleep almost every night. You'd think I'd be okay, but I guess my week drained me more than I had thought.

I took care of a couple mini errands I could do at home and then went to the Post Office to pick up my package from Kat. I'm so excited for this but I can't post anything here just yet. I will though, because I love what I got. :) Thanks, Kat! You're awesome!

I hit Taco Bell just for something different, and then came home. All afternoon I kept looking outside and thinking I should go for a run, but I just didn't have the energy or desire. I know when I do run when I feel like that, my form is crappy and I end up walking more than running so, other than getting outside in the beautiful weather, it wouldn't have really helped.

So I'm going to go to bed here in a bit (I'm still tired) and then get up at 6 and run. I think that'll be better anyway. I like running in the morning, so it should be good. And I'll get it done before the weather turns crappy and before church. And my guilt can go away. :)

Tomorrow should be a good day. I'm hoping for a great evening, so please cross your fingers for me! I should go in to work, but I think I'm going to take one more day and just go in on Monday instead. The week of hell will begin then, so one more day of happiness is probably needed. :)