Back-up plan A. If i could make it back to the city by 6:30, i could go to the gym with Matt and run on the treadmill. Not optimal, but hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. 6:30 would mean if i left right at 5, i would have and hour and half to get home. That should be enough time, right??
|Why, Chicago, WHY???|
By the time i got home, i was pretty angry at the world, and the only solution was to drown my anger in this.
Back-up plan B:
|Way to carbo-load, girl!|
|Don't drink and run kids....this could be you...|
Thank god it's friday.
|Friday means bagel day, it's like the only reason i show up to work.|
I am going to see my mom and brother tonight and hopefully get some rest and some healthy food to stop this sickness in its tracks. Or i will get shitfaced and sing karaoke. It could go either way when you're in Rock-vegas.