Exercise is not going to happen today. Although the several hours I spent on my feet cooking this afternoon certainly mitigate the 3 slices of sausage pizza I sacrificed to the hangover gods, that's not the sort of exercise I meant.
I'm not exactly getting off to a smashing start, here, but there are worse things than not earning a check mark for the day.
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Oh man. Sunday I spent in my PJs, mainly staring into space or napping. I cursed myself big time, though, because of course then I could not fall asleep that night.
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