AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
SAVE ME. I'M STRUGGLING TO FINISH WRITING MY ESSAY. HELP ME. SOS. HELLO? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE? WE'VE ALREADY TRIED BOXING TO ELEVATE THE STRESS. BUT STILL, I'M STRESSED. NO, SERIOUSLY. WE PUT ON ANGIE'S BOXING GLOVES AND STARTED OUR VERY OWN FIGHT CLUB. RIGHT FROM THE COMFORT OF OUR KITCHEN. AMANDA KEPT SCREAMING OUT ENCOURAGEMENT (LIKE THEY DO IN THE PROPER BOXING RINGS) ABOUT ALL THE YOU-KNOW-WHOS WHO EVER MADE ME MAD OR SAD, AND THE NEW THORN IN MY FLESH, AND SO ON AND SO FORTH. IT REALLY GOT ME GOING. I IMAGINED THOSE TWO BLACK DOTS AS THEIR FACES. 1, 2, 3. POOF! POOF! POOF! BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, FULL BODY WORKOUT.
NOW I GET IT. FIRST RULE OF FIGHT CLUB IS: YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB. SECOND RULE OF FIGHT CLUB IS: YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB...
I'M LOSING IT...
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