Just got back from a ten-mile run. (Lou Reed's New York x 2 -- well, actually, the record ended at about 9.5 miles, but I didn't start it a third time, because this isn't the sort of record you can only listen to part of). I meant to run thirteen, but I got a late start and I needed to get back in time for my 2:15 class. I suck for not running the whole thirteen, but at least right now I feel like I could run another three, whereas at the ten-mile point on my last long run, I felt like I was going to die.
The rest of the day: Class, then piano for an hour, then cooking for co-op, then eating at co-op, then practice with Tanny and JP, and then I have to be home at eight because that's when my floor (of my dorm) is having birthday cake in honor of my birthday -- I turned 22 yesterday. Woo. And then homework, probably, and then Sex and the City with Amanda hiamanda et al.