I took this cardio kickboxing class night and an ab class, and I think it killed me. I passed out at 12:30am and slept until 12:30pm. I felt heavy and thick - like my dream was so real that it was thick on my brain. My eyes were puffy too. That's not cool.

I spent the morning stretching slowly and watching the Challenge marathon, as if I haven't seen it a million times before. It's so hard to pry myself away from marathons, doesn't even matter sometimes what the marathons are. If there were a Who's the Boss marathon, I would probably sit down and watch the whole goddamn thing. I remember those Sundays my sophomore year of college where me and my roommate Meaghan (oh shit, is that who she spelled it?) would get caught up in Ab Fab marathons. We'd watch it all damn day and not feel bad about it when it was over. That's Ab Fab, though, I'd feel guilty if I spent a day of my life watching Angela and Tony. "SaMANtaa, JOHNaTIN, ANGelAA, MONaaa!" Also, on this note - how fake is that backdrop of the neighborhood when Angela is in her town in the first episode talking to Tony? It's ridiculous.

Real World tonight. So not cool that it was off last week. I REALLY would have rather seen it in the presence of perfect company, but Mike, Katie, and I will have to gather 'round with a bottle of vino for tonight's adulterous bullshit. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE this show, and I truly love who's in it, but I get a little too into it sometimes. I let it bother me if there's something to be bothered about. Bummer that Laura isn't in town. I watch it every week with her. It almost won't be the same.

Alright, I'm going running though I'm really not in the mood to run. I wish the gym weren't 30 minutes away. Okay, I'm off. Lates.