Ugh this week has been the pits at work. I am so glad I have 8.5 hours of work left and then 2 whole days away from that cesspit!
I took my rage out at the gym tonight with 90 minutes of cardio. I didn’t even realize I was on the machines that long, my brain just checked out and let my legs do their thing.
The only reason I didn’t just have a bottle of wine instead is that I don’t need a hangover tomorrow. While I don’t generally get them, no reason to tempt fate.
Who else is ridiculously excited for the end of the workweek?