I'm turning into a party animal in my old age. I guess it's good to get all this out before I'm 30 right. Didn't get home till 5:15. I'm fairly brain dead and my feet hurt like a mofo. There's a certain enormous amount of physical pain that comes with drinking and dancing that only a girl can relate to. After jumping around, dancing ALL night, then walk a bit here and there all in heels no less, every step in the morning is filled with pain. The pain starts intensely at ones feet then moves up to the back to the point that you can touch the ground without slippers. Fortunately I don't feel hung over. Unless you count the complete brain deadness going through me. Don't think I could hold a conversation. Woke up at noon and literally opened my eyes and vacantly stared at the ceiling for 5 minutes in a limbo state of sleep and awake.
Pretty much all my plans for the day that involve any effort are out. I'm anticipating not making my intense chisel/spinning class at 4ish. Or getting to the gym at all because that involves more impact. And have lowered my main goal of the day to laundry only. Given that it's fairly cold out, I won't feel too guilty. I did have a super fun night- going on 3 weekends in a row of dancing! And it was for the pets! Okay, I'm off to start the long process of willing myself out of bed.
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