Friday, August 22, 2008


I am tired, it's Friday, but I am happy. When Ethan wakes up, I have just enough energy to get him in the stroller and go for a run, as long as I don't thing about anything besides just putting him the stroller.
My nails are a crazy pink color, one of those buys when you are at the store looks so cool and fresh and then when you get it home and on it just looks eighties, or old or something.
I feel old.
I am trying to be healthier, I've slowly drifted very far away from where I used to be, in regards to food, drink, and exercise. It shows. I feel it.
Ethan's screams.