i ended friday on a high note

i was having a pretty rotten friday.

Thursday led right into it, I couldn't sleep, i couldn't do anything.

i couldn't focus, i didn't know what i should be doing with my time, it was exhausting to even think about getting up and showering and clothing myself.

so i went to mass. and cried all through it.

and i went to a coffee shop and talked with a friend.

and i went to the library.

and then i walked past a boxing gym.

and turned around.

and walked back into it.

"Do you guys have something I can hit?"

yes! yes! of course! come on in! have you hit anything before? 

no. i hadn't.

two minutes later. my hands are wrapped. i've gloves on. i'm still in my jeans.

and i'm learning 1-2 on a hitting bag with a behemoth named tony warchild, (tattoos on face, mohawk, happy, polite, pleasant demeanor.)

four hours later, i'm leaving, and signed up for classes.

i've a knot on the top of my foot from kicking someone's elbow (i'll learn,) and i know i need to eat more food before boxing (a bagel and a cup of coffee is not enough, OBVIOUSLY.)

and i'm a happy lady, happier than i've been in awhile.

<3

OHYEAH

and i went to mpmf day 2, for like, ten minutes. 

i bought a sandwich and watched the graffiti artists do their thing.

then i left.

it's not always so awesome when you're by yourself.

AND besides, i needed to sleep for my boxing class this morning.  !!!