So I was at the cottage. The swimming was nice.
So we were ignoring Liz, I smashed (not hit, scraped or bumped) the bottom of the car into the ground, *other unmentionables* and I was late to get nowhere.
I was exhausted from the swimming and rollerblading to soccer practice, and I ran as hard as I fucking could and felt better. A little.
I might be going back to the cottage under my own free will. I'm not sure how I feel.