I am not sure why, but every time I go back to California it seems as though my life turns into an epic fail. Let me start from the beginning. Friday morning, I woke up and went to my last Plyoburn class. I probably would have been a bit emotional about it, but lunging up … More I’ll probably regret this in the morning.
Yesterday started out pretty typical. I woke up and ate the last straggling products of the kitchen. Then, I went to the coffee shop a few blocks away, Java Jones, and chugged a coffee (light roast, large, whole milk) and used their internet. It was the day I wanted to move out of the house … More The weirdest day of my life.