I’m not good at saying things out loud. You know that. I’m not mad at you, I’m just uncomfortable with…you know, ‘real’ talking.
It’ll be nice when I leave. Then I won’t have to look for excuses not to talk and can write instead, because that’s the only way I’d be able to communicate with you.
It’s supposed to snow in Houston, 3″-5″. So much for running, eh? That’s okay. I bought a jump rope for a reason.
I’m thrilled about the snow, but upset that it hinders my running. I really wanted to run tonight.
Off to core workout. ‘Night.