This labyrinth and all its magnificence can only keep the mice trapped; The princess is innocent, she doesn't belong.

I had planned on staying up and playing Fable, but I'm quite tired and glum, so I'm going to write this and go to sleep.

The weather was incredibly bi-polar today. This morning, it was oppressively hot. This afternoon, clouds rolled in with a wonderfully cool breeze, and it rained. When I got off of work, the clouds were blanketed across the sky. Tosh and I wanted to run before it rained really hard, so we didn't waste any time waiting for Jessica (smart! Because she bailed. Again). Tosh has been complaining of her ankles burning, so I ran the last stretch without her, and I logged my fastest mile this year so far at 6:45. It felt fucking awesome. I made my way back to where she was, and she said I look like a gazelle when I run. I laughed, but thanked her. And then I showed her some stretches that might help her a bit, but I'm concerned that I'm going to lose my running buddy. I don't mind running slowly with her (our miles together are averaging about 12-13 minutes) because I don't want her to get hurt. Hopefully, it's just her body getting acclimated to the new stress, but I'm going to look it up tomorrow. Because ten minutes of reading related articles on Google practically makes me a doctor.

The drive home was beautiful. The clouds had parted a little bit in a few places, and the sunlight pushed its way through each break, coming down like beacons. Every time I saw a new patch of light, I would repeat, "Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts." Lies are easier in the daytime.

I'm doing my mom a favor and selling some of her furniture on craigslist. She didn't give me any pictures, and she got irritated when I asked her for some. People are inquiring, and nobody wants to buy furniture sight unseen. That's just poor planning. But I may have already sold her couch, her chair, and two of her dressers.

I went bowling with Tosh and Ryan, Ryan's sister and brother, and one of his sister's friends. I had a few drinks, and still managed to bowl a 144. Which isn't stellar, but I don't hate it. I drove through GoG on my way home and stopped at Balanced Rock. While it was an unwise move on my part, I used the flashlight on my phone and climbed up to perch on the bigger of the two rocks. I stared at the moon and tried to count craters, but they were all one grey blur. Time feels different when I'm sitting up there by myself, especially at night.

I'm too sleepy and sullen to keep writing. In twelve minutes, I'm 29. It doesn't feel like a happy birthday. Wishes aren't real, and magic is gone.