Had a full nights sleep.
Finishing work at 4.
My friend is still alive.
I’m feeling happy.
Foot isn’t sore.
Shoulder isn’t sore.
Salsa should be on again tonight.
I’m running late.
Back is sore.
Still feel tired.
I’ll run out of work to do before I finish. This actually happens.
My mind will try to beat me into submission when I’ll have nothing to do at work.
Communication with my ex resumed, then stopped suddenly. I have no idea why. I’m probably stressing too much.
Oh well. At least there’s Salsa tonight.