I'm going back and forth in my head. Should I work out? Should I take a day off? I'm a little sore, but not terribly so. I ate my mother's pizza last night. My thighs hurt going downstairs. I feel smooshy. I should. I shouldn't.
In other news, the spider adventures continue. Except this time, instead of a dime-size critter in a mug, this one was a quarter-sized monster on the bathroom wall - at 12:30 in the morning. I swatted and missed, swatted again, saw the thing skitter under the collection of hair products my sisters have amassed, and finally crushed it with a hairbrush. I woke up my parents in the process. Go me.