I hate no-shows. I could have gone home for awhile this afternoon, but I had an appointment at 4, so I told one of the other girls I tutor to feel free to show up anytime between now and 5 and we'd work until she has to go to class. But my boys at 4 didn't show up, and I'm not sure when specifically she's showing up, so I can't go anywhere. And my dumbass self forgot to email myself my research paper that's due tomorrow this morning, so it's sitting at home on my hard drive instead of here where I could be working on it.
I also forgot my headphones this morning. Gnar.
We took our last fitness test for PE this morning. I ended up with a 96 in the class. There is something wrong when someone as out of shape as I (and for those of you who haven't met me, that's not modesty; I am painfully out of shape [though I'm getting better]) can get a 96 in a PE class. I'm just saying.
The c-store didn't have apples, which I could have sworn that they did the last time I was in there. I settled for apple juice instead.
My normal method of self-medication when I'm cranky is chocolate. Or ice cream. Today, it was going to the gym and walking a mile and a half around the track. This seems to me to be a better solution. It (pretty much) worked, too.
However, Friday is December 1, and Cook-Out starts serving eggnog milkshakes. Better habits or not, there's one of those in my future this weekend. :)