imaginarycircus

I dragged myself to the gym in the snow. I think if I can go most days and I never eat any muffins or croissants at the coffee shop I should lose some weight. *fingers crossed*

I feel like my whole life is about numbers right now. How many calories I burn vs. how many I consume. How many words I write. It's not bad. It's just kind of odd. At least I like numbers.

In closing--omg snow. Now all the filthy black snow piles are perfectly white again. But they are head high.