RUNNERS ARE CRAZY PEOPLE...and so am I.

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

I'm sure you all missed me. All... .83 of you.

Craptop's fixed (new motherboard, at no cost. Whee.), and now I'm back to bitching again.

Sleeping has been phenomenal. No, seriously. I needed to do this so badly. In preparation for next month, I've been ordering/making less food requiring meat. That said, June might be the month of French Toast. (Not that I'm complaining or anything.) And fake'n. We can't forget the pseudo-bacon here.

The boyfriend wants me to start running with him. While I'm all for running and having running buddies, I hate having to go buy all the ...stuff... I need to actually run. Especially shoes. HATE shoe-shopping with a vengeance. But last night when I squeaked into the running store by my work, it wasn't too bad. I already found the pair I'm buying with next week's check. (They're pink. And amazing. And pink.) So now I need to go find running clothes (sports bras and shorts. blech). This had better be worth it...

I just hope that Cupcake, with all his "THESE SHOES ARE GOOD ENOUGH TO RUN IN" talk doesn't end up fucking up his ankles or something because he's running in basketball shoes. /facepalm. Sorry, I'm kind of an elitist bitch; I ran cross country in high school and had it drilled into my head that you need running shoes to run or you will screw yourself over from the shoulders down. Anyway...


That's all I got for now. We'll see how this madness goes next week when I can't walk up or down stairs for five days.

I can feel the shin-splints already...

diz.