A little piece of me died today. But I'm on my short road to recovery. Given a day, I'll feel so much better. Or I can just wait until I, Max comes on. So hilarious...
Yea, this alarm clock is working. I woke up on time with my heart rate at 130. Or somewhere around there. Definitely working.
94 on the Spanish test. Stupid mistakes. I know I said I could accept one or two, but knowing those were the only two makes me mad. Well, they weren't the only two, but looking back, I might have done better if I hadn't rushed through it.
I think I need a vacation. I'll be back Monday. Or sooner if something great happens.
Oh, nice article by Marc Stein on ESPN.com here.
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