Today is one of those days I wouldn't write about if I weren't committed to writing every day. It was just a day. It was important to me because I like my days, especially my weekend days, and today was the day after our first adoption class so I felt like it was somehow going to be monumental. As it was, it was just a day.
I ran eight miles (long for me) this morning, so I was tired and my left knee hurt. I had to take a nap.
We had a babysitter, so we went to see Juno tonight at a movie theater downtown that serves popcorn, candy and drinks. Drink-drinks. Funny that we should see a movie about a teenager who gets pregnant and decides to give the baby up for adoption when we're thinking about adopting. I recommend the movie.
I wish I had more to write. When I was changing into my pajamas I thought about writing about all of my body parts I don't like, but that seemed boring. I thought about writing about how I used to be afraid (when I was a child) that my parents were going to put me up for adoption, but since I had no good reason for thinking that, it seemed boring.
I could write that I'm drinking a Pyramid Amber Weizen right now and thinking of going up to bed, since the haunted dishwasher is moaning me to sleep.
My today will never be important to the world, but it could prove to be monumental. You never know.