Ice

Today was alright. Working out sucked worse than ever. I was so sore, and my knee is swollen. So I am laying in bed with an ice pack on it. I am wondering what Patrick is doing. I miss him. No phone calls today. I was kind of upset about that earlier, but there isn't really anything to be upset about. He can't help it that he can't call, and I don't need to get upset about it. I guess I just need to write more letters...
I am in pain. My entire body is in pain. My butt, legs, knee, thighs, shoulders, back, arms...EVERYTHING, basically. I took a Motrin. So I feel better now. But I am just really sore. I have muscles though!
I can't even blog without constantly thinking about Patrick. This really sucks. I wish I could just not worry or feel lonely. I wish the part of me that is so wrapped up in him would pause itself while the rest of my gets things done until he comes back.