Five things: a summoning. Thirteen.

1. I send him two photos. One of me and O looking sweet, the other of me and O trying to look creepy. He replies, I’m a lucky guy, and means it sincerely. 

There are so many levels to his amazingness.  

2. Having a history of disordered eating is one of the best and worst things I have ever done for myself.  

This realization struck me on the way to class. Funny how an empty car can clear space in one’s mind.  

3. Why aren’t jeans made in half sizes, too? 

Fourteens are too big, but twelves are just a little too tight.  

4. Nitro cold brew.  

5. I start my kinesiology lab tomorrow and find myself looking forward to getting back to running. Which is both surprising and a little confusing.