So maybe going to New Orleans in between semesters wasn't such a great idea. I feel like I have been running to keep up ever since. Add to that a lot of personal emotional stuff (tell you more when I can) and I have been thinking that checking into a nice padded room would be so restful.
Spent Friday night in Waterton Park with Mark. It was great, nothing to do but recline and breath with my mouth open. The fresh mountain air was nice too. I talked Mark into letting me order a bottle of wine for supper. You may remember the debacle that occurred the last time I did that. This time he vetted my choice, but still had to mention that I always seem to pick the most expensive bottle there is. 'Yeah, so what's your point?', I asked. And since he was hoping to touch my boobs later the night, he said nothing.
On a different note, I have decided to hire a personal trainer since my ambition to workout has got up and gone. When I have more info on how this is going I will post. But it seems like everyone has a personal trainer today. I can't believe how many people are going that direction. It's like personal trainers are the new Birkin bag. Honestly, will someone just email me when they figure out how to grow replacement organs? Because, that HAS to be easier then going to the gym.
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