Times are Tough

I should know by now that scheduling runs on Sunday is not a good idea. I'm not going to give it a try for another 6 hours or so. Maybe by then my alcohol-ravaged body will be able to get its sh-t together for 3 miles. Off to attempt to soak up any residual alcohol with greasy brunch food. These are trying times.

The biggest tragedy of last night: buying fries at 4:30 a.m., only to spill them all over the subway platform before getting to eat even a single one. Made up for it by killing a bag of salt and vinegar chips. Not a small bag.