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yesterday's mt tabor trials have left me with a sore throat from all my huffing and puffing. it was quite foggy this morning, which was soon compounded by the condensation on my glasses. i kept up the pace and just sort of hoped that i wouldn't run into anything. i didn't. i spent class this morning thinking about why i wasn't saying anything. which was pretty amusing to me. it's friday, and all i want is another pair of shoes and some sort of flavored beverage. is that too much to ask? ok, fuck this.