Day 23

"Whats with your step-brother?"
"He's a Zen"
"A what?"
"a zen, um, you know, a Buddhist"

So, doing exercises in the living room at 12:40 gets some weird responses from the house's nightlife, but i never expected to be accused of Buddhism. And that was the last little glimmer of joy in a whole day that's been wholly good. Well, perhaps second to last, last will be sleep. Glorious sleep.

Today was a good day.

And i'm pretty spent. I was worn before the exercises, but, despite it all, they too proved to be calming, setting me towards a good long sleep. Oh, but it was a little odd, and this sort of thing tends to happen to me in most walks of life: i couldn't for the life of me swing that jump rope right. Part of me suspects conspiracy, as if the jump rope would rebel against me, it's benevolent and all-knowing dictator. But, it will probably be fine tomorrow. I do wonder sometimes though, why our bodies go through little quarks in skill or technique, but i guess i can't expect something organic to act according to a linear logic. Some days i'm decent, or "decent plus" even, and other days its like a deer in the headlights.

I'm loving the decreased portions by the way. Dinner has never been so easy, i don't have to spend so much time on it, and i'm finally not so full all the time. I find myself looking forward to meals now, preparing a little in advance, and finding a good place to eat them. In other words,
"Things is workin' out"

Alright, time to go exercise my sleep function.



Valete