Adrenaline starting to pump. Legs a bit stiff. Hair a disaster. Shirt riding up with the motion of the backpack. Pants feel a little short. I think my ass grew since the morning. Bra wet. Face red. I feel beautiful. If beautiful means like I've rolled in manure.
Departure time: 7:18 p.m.
Arrival time: 8:18 a.m.
Too tired and sore to walk upstairs. To do any stairs more than once. Must get off feet. Now. Horizontal. Now.
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