It's my fault, of course. I let watching The Exorcist (yes, I think religion-based horror is slightly more entertaining when watched on Sunday nights...I also like to listen to Carol King on Tuesdays) cloud my judgement. As a a result, I was deeply behind schedule this morning. I let the Blerch win. There was no way I was going to try to do anything on such an abysmal lack of sleep. My entire schedule is going to be revamped as a result, which will throw off my rhythm a bit. None that meets the definition of a workout-plan crisis.
C'est la guerre.
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