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Derby freakin' kicked my *ass*. That's what I get, I suppose, for not going to a real practice in a few weeks and break myself in with a drill practice the day after yoga. My "sprinting" at quarter to 10 more resembled a drunken stumble, I think.

I ate a whole chipotle for lateish lunch, cosettas before practice, and a beer afterwards.
I didn't think I was still hungry, but of course I am now, there's nothing convenient in the house and I'm sooooooper tired- so I think it will wait 'til tomorrow. Blue elf needs groceries, badly.