Tonight, I present to you a random list.

  1. I ran the Valentine’s Day 2 Miler on Sunday in 17:14. Not back for a sicko. (Yeah;  I’ve been feeling pretty yucky.)
  2. Worst decision ever: I went to the dentist on Valentine’s Day. Looks like I have to get my wisdom teeth out. I’m 26. It’s fine. (“Mrs. H., you’re getting your wisdom teeth out? Aren’t you, like, 30?”)
  3. Work has got me s-t-r-e-s-s-e-d. I really see no end to it until at least June. Perhaps this is what’s causing the premature aging. (Seriously. 30? That kid’s for sure failing the year.)