Well, Jazzercising officially kicked my ass.
My body aches from my hips down.
Stairs are tricky, and my knees still click.
Probably doesn't help that I tore my meniscus years ago.
Let's hope I don't break something.
My old friendship continues to be mended, and its great telling the truth to someone.
Not having to hold back.
It's a relief, especially for me since I have little to no filter.
Whoops.
That pending friendship is official in the Facebook world, but I won't allow myself to look at his profile.
I'm quitting that, as well as quitting soda pop.
But I won't give up my coffee.
No way in hell.
I need to survive work somehow.
Here's to hoping I have no dreams about said person.
Jazzercise extraordinaire,
BAMF
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