I feel small and vulnerable tonight, a far cry from the big smashy girl of the last couple days. I can't seem to get into the right headspace. I think I read--or listened to--the wrong thing on the car drive home through the snow tonight. The repetitive beat of the flurries against my hot windshield, nursing my brokeass car home. I want to stretch out tonight and work my body hard, but I feel so feeble doing my little floor exercises. What I really want is a treadmill--or a gym again. I don't know.