i'm scared... mostly of me.

it's a friday night.  i've spent 1 hr on f**king craigslist apartment hunting, 15 min on facebook, 15 min on twitter, and 15 min rereading old blog posts. i am a loser. this is what forcing myself to not drink and eat out does to me. i will now promptly watch 3 episodes of friends season 5 and pass out halfway through the 3rd.  this is why i'm scared...of me.

however!! i will hopefully be able to cross the finish line on broad street this sunday. no toxins in this body to be found - just try, go ahead... lots of veggies, fruit and PASTAAAA (my favorite part of running distance, pasta consumption is mandatory).  

haven't even so much as flirted with a glass of wine in over a week.  round of applause!!!  

but nothing funny has happened in over a week, either.  coincidence??

it is going to rain, 80% chance, on sunday. if you see what looks like a blonde wig mop laying across broad street, please scrape me off the pavement before the street sweepers come by.  thank you citizens of philadelphia.