It's Thursday

Day of choices.
I don't really want to fill that time slot tonight, but may be I should.

Today is starting off alright. Surprisingly. It seemed like a long night.
A great night when I was sleeping. Never had dreams quite like that. And I am not complaining
At least there were no wrong number phone calls waking me up at all hours. Idiots.

Not sure Why I kept waking up. Right. Stupid mouthpiece. My face was killing me. Pain woke me up. Glad that's gone now.

I did get in my abs this morning already. That bodes well for today.

I really really want this trip, but I am hugely confronted by what it means. And what it entails I get handled.
Some moments I feel like just running away for good. Others I want to badly to be at the destination, bypassing this whole process entirely.
Can I really do all this? It doesn't feel like I can.
It is such a big project.

Ah here's the programmed Thursday morning breakdown. Right on schedule
Even if I don't have Denise anymore

Dammit.
I spoke to soon. Finding broken glass in my face cream, the hard way, is NOT a good sign.
That's going to leave a mark for sure.

Oh Manhattan, it is going be a must laugh kind of day.