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This weekend kicked my butt. Saturday wasn't bad, but Sunday, which is normally my cheat day, went all haywire.
I found out my best friend's grandma had died. Later in the day, as I was preparing to go to the barn, I got a call from my instructor that it wasn't a good day to come out because one of their horses was being put down. Incredibly depressed at this point, I settled down with half a package of Goldfish S'mores cookies and ate the rest of the bag. Dinner was homemade cheeseburger mac, and dessert at 11 o'clock was Oreos dipped in dark chocolate pudding.
Today will be better. I was plagued by nightmares last night of the men I could have married (and am so glad now that I didn't), and I feel like scrud. Time to cleanse with a bunch of water...
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