My mother decided to bail out on her responsibility to participate in the Heart Walk this weekend in favor of going away for a few days with her friends to drink and whatever. Unfortunately, my father was going to do it with her and still wants to so I get to go instead. The most physical activity I do in one day is pretty much just walking around a store. So... this five mile walk is probably going to take me down. It also doesn't help that they tried to convince me to do it by promising me food. Right. Because all I'll be thinking about after five miles is, "Jesus... I really wish I had a sandwich right now" as opposed to something like "FUCK, MY FEET HURT. I WANT TO CHEW THEM OFF."
The good news is, she'll be gone all weekend so I can be on the computer late into the night like I used to before she started working days.