Morning of 2-23-6

I’m eating. Slowly. I tell you, I’m not hungry in the morning.

I kind of went off plan last night, but I did eventually put away my remaining laundry (UNDIES!). And I was in bed around 9 PM. Why nine? I figured I’d get up at 6 AM for a run again. It isn’t how hard I run, or how far, simply that I’m out there.

Still, it’s early, and I could probably crawl back into bed. And I’m not hungry. *looks at cereal* I hope I don’t dawdle in getting to CCM, as I still have to finish my spanish work.

Will again write out tenative plans for the rest of the day in my last class, today that class is child psych. Will do. Oh. My glasses are in. Have to remember to go down to Chester after class and pick them up.

*blinks slowly*

I’ve been good about tugging. I’ve been thinking of it as weight training for my penis. It is a progressive weight resistance program? *giggles* I don’t tug all day, typically tuggifying myself when I get home. Somehow, that makes it easier. And to ensure I’m not stressing the skin too much, I give myself Sunday off. No, it doesn’t need to be Sunday. Just once a week. *nods*

*blinks slowly again*

I expect to have enough energy to get out of here in half an hour? Meh. I should just think of it as having so much time that I’ll HAVE to do work in the café.