Someone I went to highschool with died today. Very young, mid-30s. I wasn't friends with him, but I knew of him and he was friends with some of my friends' husbands.

A girl I went to HS with but barely know sent me a facebook message asking if I knew what happened. Had a little email thread with her. Her last line to me was how life was too short and "You should start having babies!"

Yeah. I'll get right on that.

For dinner I had a huge can of Turkey Chili to keep pumping myself with iron. Now I feel like a beached whale.

I saw a picture of myself from Friday night. I look like a fucking linebacker.


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