My brother's surgery seemed to have gone well. At least well enough for him to text message me, which, granted, isn't exactly running a marathon, but still - I'm relieved
Speaking of running, I didn't run today! I did go to the gym and walk a lot, though, first on the treadmill, then on the track. It, uh, didn't go to well. I started off by actually falling off the treadmill when I pulled off my hoodie, and then later I ignored something in my shoe that was irritating my foot and as a result I stupidly gave myself a huge callous. Like, so big that I can barely put pressure on it, which is of course is inhibiting my ability to walk. I'm afraid for tomorrow, seriously.
And hooooly crap, a diamond commercial just made me cry. Just call me Mary Anne Spier, y'all. In my defense, it showed a mother with her newborn, which apparently has something to do with diamonds. I don't know. This isn't as sad as the time I cried over a cord blood bank commercial, or when I look at pictures of bouquets of flowers on the Internet and cry because whoever's going to get those sent to them must really be loved. (Um. Yeah. I've done this more than once. It's usually a pretty good indicator that I'm PMSing.)