I don't really sleep. I try. I take sleeping pills and eventually shut down, but on a normal day, I'm only good for about 5 hours.
Last night, I got about 4 hours of sleep but got up, made myself a french press and went to Oregon to have a really lovely walk with my bestie, Sara. Something about an hour with Sara just screws my head on straight.
After the walk, we swung into The Firefly for a lovely cappuccino and an italian soda.
We've got soccer today, so a sock will come with me.
I'm still blah about knitting. WHAT THE HELL?
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