Went to work, which was good, had a work party at Jillian's filled up on mac and cheese bites, really bloated. The party was lots of fun to be honest. Took the Orange line against my best judgment 1 hour 30 minute journey home, so ridiculous. Got home, all gloomy and sad, had roommate BB's chocolate, and had 4-hour confession session with friend of the house ND, roommate AL (and sometimes roommate BB). Roommate PK came back late at 12.30 ish, compared notes about the night and that was it. No workouts, nothing the whole day. Didn't feel great so.
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