Aaaargh, this has been the shittiest week all summer. Nothing seems to be going right. I've had work up to my ears, my mileage is down for for the week, I haven't talked to Mark since Tuesday, and I despair of getting everything done that I need to before I leave for home tomorrow. Still have to finish laundry, go to the bank, pack, pack a lunch so I don't have to buy food tomorrow, run quite a lot, lift weights, finish a feature story, and ideally, call home tonight. So I'm hoping I don't have to spend much time at Terry's today. It would be really nice if I could just get my paycheck (for last week AND this week!) and get out of there. Also, I'm lunch hosting today, so I won't have time to work over lunch like I usually do. I hope they have somewhere to go soon after noon so I can send them on their way and get back.
Still, I've brought this on myself. I went over to Michelle's for dinner last night (Jenny made delicious enchiladas) and we spent over three hours talking and telling stories. Which was great and a lot of fun but then we got back and it was 11 and we still hadn't run. We ended up heading out for about thirty minutes and by then it nearly midnight and I wasted more time by talking to Margaret, and then Stef stopped by for a while, and...aaargh. I was up until about two and didn't nearly get enough done. I should have gotten up this morning to run, but I couldn't make myself do it. Tomorrow, I MUST double. Or else my mileage will suck and I'll never average 35 miles a week for the summer. SOMEONE is going to reach their goal.
