feeling better

I haven't written my story for the paper yet, I'll probably knock it out in an hour at work tomorrow.
I spent the whole day in my room recovering, my old roommate Rowl invited me to go with him to the mall in Ontario, but I still wasn't feeling good so I stayed home. I let him use my car, he said he'd fill my tank.

This weekend has felt long, even though it wasn't. I'm still not eating as much as I need to and I feel dehydrated all the time. I really want to get back to running in the mornings, I'm going to go to bed around 2000, and run at 0430.

still sick

I ate at Amigos with Juan, he works in the post office. The people he works with bring their personal problems to the workplace, Juan has a problem with this, but professionalism runs scarce in this world.
I took pictures of the race and the picnic today, I thought it would take longer than it did, but it didn't.
Tomorrow I have a story to write. fun.

It's late

Even for my standards, I can't get to sleep.

I'm going to be busy this weekend, I'm covering the half marathon in 10 hours and also the company picnic, should be pretty easy photos.
I was sick in quarters today, but I snuck out and bought "As I lay dying" by William Faulkner. I finished "Slaughterhouse 5" by Kurt Vonnegut. Lately I've been trying to read more often, it seems insane that a journalist wouldn't read in his free time, but I sometimes lack direction in what I'd enjoy.

I'm going to finish off some medicine to see if I get tired