oh and kimba- I like that you’re willing to excuse my absence from the gym. I find it unacceptable. almost unacceptable enough to change it. ha!
ya know that feeling when you have a hangover, and you first start to feel better? That first turn from, “Oh goddess why can’t i just curl up in a ball with a normal saline drip and a promethazine push?” to, “ok, im gonna make it.” where you’re still a lil fuzzy, static-y, sore, and desperately seeking stimulants?
I’ve been there since Sunday. Week 9 of a 10 week quarter sounds about right, but its most inconvenient at the moment.
I’m sitting here looking around my apt, which isn’t VERY dirty, but not up to my standards. there’s leftover takeout in the fridge instead of neatly portioned and ready to go homemade food. I’m smoking too much, taking too many HOT-ROX, and drinking too much pop/monster/spike.
none of this is complaint, more observation and musing. grades are good, i AM still lifting, and pegg is still convinced i’m awesome.
i need to get better at these loose ends, because i know i can. you may think to tell me i can’t expect so much out of myself… well, i can, and i do. nobody’s opinion matters as much to me as my own, and outside of my mother, no ones standards are as high for me as my own.
I’m gonna make sure the basement didnt flood, then shower, then get the jetski ready to go to class.