Awesomely Distracted

In short, I was awesomely distracted. Well that happens when you join the rush of sports and performing arts within 12 hours - I could barely climb stairs, let alone hold a proper conversation. But God, how I've forgotten the joy of running and stepping in rhythm! It'll be perfect if it's a round of basketball, but this works, too. All the frustration, the excess thoughts... grounded like a lightning. (Well that contributes greatly to my inability to even register any form of stress that should've been there but oh well)

And I'll repair my poorly abused shoes tomorrow. I would've mourned in normal condition, but this fatigue-laced ecstasy is nowhere near normal.

:D