Spent a good part of last night laying in bed with my heart racing.
Tan is a mess needs. Needs major touch up. Mostly expected that.
Woke up at 5 and spent the next hour talking myself down from the ceiling.
Failed.
Turned on playlist. Ah, that's making big difference.
Make up is on. Feeling like part of my threat is in place.
Muscles? Need to wake them up.
Going to eat some breakfast soon. Meat and potatoes.
Just noticed that I forgot my brush and comb. Texted Michelle to bring hers.
Competitor meeting at 8.
Afterward? Fight the demons and pump up, practice posing and hopefully not puke.
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