I actually stayed in my bed today until about 2:30pm.. until one of my friends convinced me to go the hell out somewhere. So I did.. I drove two hours to eat Italian and drove two hours back. Granted it was the best spinach ricotta of my life, but if I know me at all (which I kind of do sometimes) I know that exaggerating actions are almost certainly a sign that I'm not doing so great.
That and wearing heels of the beach has to be a sign of madness.
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