My feet are crying!

I'm not sure whose genius idea it was to have me train for a half-marathon when I don't even know what I'm going to be doing or where I'll be living in a month. It's a stupid idea, but I'm doing it anyway.

If anything, I've realized, the physical pain and exhaustion will distract me from NOT having a job/apartment (jobartment!). Likewise, the search for the jobartment will distract me from the multiple blisters popping up on both feet.

Popping my blisters with pins reminds me of playing with voodoo dolls. I think it's an omen. I should stop (running, that is).

...tomorrow I think I'm going to get in trouble with a classmate in my screenplay class. In fact, I think she's going to call me a racist!

Update on that later!