One lap for each naughty thing injested. And for the past 5 days, it's a total of 8 laps. Hmmmm... Someone said that, to be counted as really having exercised, one must work out till the moment one starts to get breathless. Check that out.
The sky today was so awfully cloudy, I couldn't spot a speck of blue. The layer of off-white fluffs was smeared right aross every visible inch. What a let-down.. and it has to happen on a day when I'm able to scoot off a little earlier. Bleh.
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