I didn't get in a fight, but it still feels like I got my ass kicked. I think I'm sick with something. Or maybe sick of something. Or just plain sick. It doesn't really matter. Today was one of those days where I felt like crap for every second of it. Actually, there were a few minutes during a nice conversation with someone when I felt better.
I hope I'm not sick when I see my parents this weekend. I want them to see me actually do not horribly at the track meet.
I guess the best thing to do at this time is go to bed. I have a rigorous abdominal workout to do in the morning. At least I know that no matter how crappy I feel, my abs are going to look flippin' sweet someday.
