You're Adopted

I'm pooped.

I woke up at 7:00 to make a 7:45 bus to Sunken Meadow for the Jim Smith invite. I didn't run until 12:20, so I spent my morning running around and screaming at every runner I knew. It was fun and I hope I was helpful, but it took a bit out of me. I ran a crappy race (18:44), but the course was changed and another hill was added (Sandy destroyed a bridge we used to cross). I still finished 24th and got a t-shirt, but I'm not happy.

I went straight from there to a cello lesson. My life is rough.

No more whining from me. I've used up my quota.

I tried rewriting my Common App essay tonight. I watched Les Mis again. College is silly.