Day Two of actually going to the gym. Yay I guess? I figured I have a lot of time now so might as well spend it walking in place? Hot right?
My roomie has a dog named Banjo. This works for me. I need a friend without commitment and she works fifty million jobs. Win.
It's rough coming home. The transition into non-15 hour days. No one telling me when or what to eat.
I know it's time for the next step. Whatever that step may be.
I try not to waste my youth too much.
I worry too much.
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