It's about 8:30am and I've just eaten a small banana and a spoonful of peanut butter b/c Women's Health tells me that people who don't eat within 3 hours of waking up are more prone to belly bloating. I regularly violate this breakfast rule, so I'm trying to be better about it for the sake of my stomach, which has gotten somewhat poofier lately with stress and irregular dinnertimes.
Also, I'm about to go play tennis. For the second time. In about a month.
Shocking, I know. A year ago, even two months ago, I probably would not ever have expected those words to come out of my mouth. Not willingly, anyway. But the folks at Engelhart like to play tennis and I promised Anna that I would play with them someday (definitely lying, of course). Then she, Tyler and Chuckie called my bluff by coming up to my apartment and literally backing me into a corner until I accepted Chuckie's extra tennis racket and we set up a play date.
And it was fun! I'm quite terrible, but there was absolutely no intimidation factor b/c everyone is so casual and chill. So we're playing again at 9am, and I'm rather looking forward to it.
On a side note, what on earth are my new neighbors doing?! It is either the loudest, bed-breakingest sex I have ever heard, or they are moving their furniture around in a rhythmic manner. It is so loud, I'm not entirely sure which direction it's coming from. Sigh. Oh, silly neighbors...
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Your neighbors sound like . . . me!
If only I was your neighbor, darling. I miss you.
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