Stair running hurts in a very good way.

I ran up and down the stairs as fast as I could for 20 minutes today. It felt so good to be really sweating again. I could really feel my body just burning all that nastiness. I think I’ll do it again tomorrow while my mom’s at work.

I also stopped being a greasy lout and washed and dried my hair for my sister’s play thing tonight. It was a hideous play, actually just a preview, preceded by several hideous numbers by hideous elementary schoolers with hideous recorders. Hideous. Unfortunately, I will be forced to attend the actual show. My mom says, “She’d do the same for you.” Funny- none of my family attended the play I wrote and directed, or the play I had a major role in, and I have to watch my sister say about 3 lines, poorly and too fast. Not to mention the dancing. My God, the dancing. *shudder* My sister wants to be a theater teacher, but she can’t act or teach. Hmm. She says “The stage has always been my home.” Pfff, bullshit. She’s done shitty after school theater for about a year and can barely memorize 2 lines at a time, and can’t stand in front of more than 5 people to talk without an anxiety attack. So of course, she’s destined for greatness. *rolls eyes* Excuse me while I gag.