So today I was supposed to go to the beach and start my swimming workout. And I did go. And I did get into the water and swim. But it last it all of fifteen minutes before I got too tired and wimped out and emo.
Fifteen minutes. I'm so sad. Oh well.
After my failed attempt at being beachy, I convinced mom to go to Ponce. But there was no luck there either. We spent about an hour there and I didn't get anything. I did get a shirt in Yauco though.
I'm prepping for cooking dinner tomorrow for Damian. So far, I'll be making Italian chicken parcels with fetuccini for dinner and chocolate cheesecake for dessert. I've never made either before, so lets hope it turns out okay.
Like I said before, I'm supposed to be keeping a diary of how I've been feeling, but I haven't done it. Frankly, I don't even want to think about psychologists and psychiatrists, I'm just so bleh about it. So over it. I zoned out and started drowsing at my last psychologist appointment. I guess I just want to relax for a while, relax my brain.
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