9 54 pm pdt   [ still soaring ]

I'm still high on life. Every time I feel the mood slipping from my grasp, I pick up my nine pund weights and work them until my skinny arms feel like they're going to fall off.

I felt the mellow earlier. I felt the euphoria taper. Twenty minutes of straight weights and I am back.

Matthew told me on the phone tonight that he wants to work out with me when he gets back. I wasn't going to suggest it but I am so glad. He's going to get left behind otherwise, if I am able to maintain this freakish energy level. I've always described myself as someone who works hard and plays hard, but I haven't been living the latter phrase for a while. The Play Hard Rachel is back again. She wants to stay and I'd like to let her.

Hi honey, I'm home!

PS: The store is live...