I ran home. I picked up a printer from the parent’s house that I sold for my dad. I visited the shipping place. I came home. I did some unpacking. I talked to Rebecca about her upcoming move to New York and marriage. I went to the gym and ran 3.05 miles. I went to bed. Today… I feel sick. Weak. I was wondering if it was the running last night. I normally run a mile or a mile and a half. It’s still possible that I’m fatigued from that, but I doubt it. I’ve got that super-sensitivity thing going with my skin. Ugh. I love how I get sick on Fridays. Perfect. I still hope I can make it to Number’s. Maybe I can share my disease with the club. Wah.