I was not productive. I added millions of people on my twitter, I just went from twat to twat, twatting everyone. At least I used protection.
and for the NOW's
--Listening to: Killing me softly covered by Sophia Hiller
And I got a thingy in my email, and there I was..
So sunny, and SO cold. I would extend into a pose and hold until the photographer yelled across the field, then shrivel up into the fetal position. Not the most flattering pants there, but those weren't even made by the company. They must have been sparing my already freezing skin from with wind chill with the yoga shorts.