*saturday morning cartoons*
If left to my own device, I think my body naturally wakes itself up at about 11 a.m. It's quite strange. I've been able to sleep in several mornings this week, and every single time I've woken up on my own at around 11. Strange.
If you read my column, and I hope you did, I went to the Johnson Center yesterday and didn't notice a single scantily clad girl. This is the power of journalism, people. Surely some of those people read the article and thought, "Hey! I don't want to be the one girl who dresses like a hoochie!" It's analogous to turning a flashlight on a bunch of cockroaches. They scatter.
Kate and I ended up going to Krispy Kreme yesterday. Yes, I know. I ate doughnuts and then worked out. As long as I'm working out 4 days per week, I sort of let myself eat whatever I want. I'm in decent shape to begin with. Anyway, the point is that while eating doughuts and drinking milk, we drafted a letter to Adrian and Caroline. They owned a coffee shop in Preston called Brew. We've both been really bad about keeping in touch, so Kate and I extended the proverbial olive branch. I really hope to hear back from them. I think they were supposed to be getting married sometime this past December.
I think I'm going to go eat the last of my doughnuts with some hot chocolate and write in my journal. I'll eventually get motivated. I love Saturdays!