My ice cream sammich diet is working wonders. Down another pound!
Okay, so maybe it's the total calories and workouts that helped me lose weight. And speaking of workouts... I RAN!
Yeah, yeah. I know. I wasn't
supposed to, but I felt great and took it easy. I walked for a mile before I started running to make sure I was warmed up, and then I only ran a mile and a half. It didn't hurt, and I didn't get hurt, so that's good. What's not so good, is I've lost some of my running fitness. That mile and a half might as well have been five. It was like someone stole all the good air from the park and I was just left to pant like a dog.
Now... something VERY interesting. (dun dun dun!)
My house is haunted.
For reals.
No really. FOR REALZ!!!!!!!!
I'm actually renting a house from my step-dad that we used to live in when I was in high school and college. Next door, is the house I grew up in from about 5 years old to high school. In both houses... GOATS! I mean... ghosts. Maybe. There have been a lot of unexplained and downright creepy things that have happened in the two houses, and something happened again yesterday.
I got home around 6pm, and one of my roommates (that is home most of the time) immediately started telling me about what had happened. She was in the living room when she heard someone crying, and the dogs started barking at it, so they heard it too. She thought it was my other roommate (my amigo/her boyfriend) messing with her since he had said he might take off early that day, so she went outside... but his car wasn't there. Then she went all the way around the house and checked all the rooms to make sure no one was messing with her. No one else was there, so she went back to the living room... and heard it again. She didn't want to just go straight to the noise (understandable), but her guess is that the sound was coming from either their bedroom or mine.
I have to get to work... more for realz goats stories later... maybe.
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