I've just had a very lazy weekend and I'm so unwilling to let it go for school tomorrow. Lounging around in the most comfortable clothes I own, watching TV all day, snacking whenever I want, taking random naps and my brother's Band Hero Nintendo DS game thingy can make me so terribly happy. But because my conscience denies me the ability to not feel guilty about indulging myself like that, I also got up and went for a jog. I only ran for half an hour. I ran to the other end of my street and back. It was probably only about 3 km, but even then, I came home nauseous and needing to puke. I actually kind of gagged on the way to my block..... Like okay.