I'm dressed a little rock and roll today: strappy, tight black pants and boots, but I don't feel rock and roll. I feel all raw abs and like breathing maybe has been more successful for me in the past than right now. Some of this is probably the weather, and some of this was trying and failing to speed-run in ankle deep mud and cold water yesterday. I'm eating some beans for lunch and thinking about laundry. My mom says I never wear my hair up, but I am today, and I do a lot, especially when I'm alone in my room, eating dumb beans, and thinking about laundry.

It's been so wet. It makes the color of the trees changing out on the mountain I can see out my window look sort of fresh and vivid. Mt Doom. I sort of want to be picked up. The race did not go great, but I was glad I did it. I didn't expect the terrain. I should've checked it out beforehand, but I guess it wouldn't have made a lot of difference unless I'd checked it out months ago and drastically changed my approach. But such things.