6 more miles.
Because of dinner.
I like going out. Even if my feet hurt for now. They won't hurt tomorrow morning.
I miss my instrument. I mean my brass instruments. Tuba, trombone... Oh well, tomorrow I'll find some time for music.
Tomorrow my friend is going to crash my house at 8am. I am going to be using a lot of energy tomorrow. I better catch some sleep.
Stay Beautiful
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