finally the breaks

I have achieved my ridiculous, is this actually possible fitness goal. Not only can I run a mile fast enough to pass middle school gym, I can even sometimes squeak underneath the ten minute mark. But more importantly, I can now run ten miles. Ten long, weird miles. The first three are always, always miserable somehow. But once about three miles/thirty minutes goes by it gets easier. It feels like going downhill, even though I am on a machine.

I bought myself new running shoes. They are purple. Also a hoodie, which is tangentially related in its color choices to my latest fandom obsession so it feels like a delightfully subtle thing.

My lawyer called me last night. There is a good chance that things will be over in a week. A really good chance. I'm so excited. Of course I immediately panicked upon being excited because of course wanting something too much means it won't happen. Riiight. Anyway. I want it over. Over over over.

Tomorrow I'm having Lasik. Hopefully I won't go blind. I will enjoy my vanity as much as I can, since I keep finding new grey hairs every day.

I read an astonishingly heart rending piece of Inception fanfic yesterday. It's one of those AU things that segues into the story so perfectly it surprises you that this isn't the canon.
nobody knew me at home anymore