Sweet like Candy
I've started writing again lately. I mean, besides here. That's probably why it's been so sparse here lately.
Does anyone know the name for a novel wherein the story is told through letters and journal entries? I know there is a specific word for that kind of book but it escapes me. Anyway, that's what I've started writing. We'll see how she ends up, eh?
I've also been sleeping pretty well the passed few days. I got up at 10 this morning.
Sweet.
Last night I was up around two am watching some bootlegs of a British sitcom called Red Dwarf, and I found it hard to keep my eyes open. They kept drooping and I'd miss a split second here and there of the show. At first I started getting frustrated. I kept thinking "what the hell is wrong with me?"
Then it hit me. I was tired. REALLY tired! Like tired enough to actually sleep right then and there. This is not a feeling I have experienced as early as two am in quite a long time, so I had trouble recognizing it.
I started to get excited about it, but then I realized that excitement was probably counter-productive in this case, so I calmed myself with a simple meditation, and I was out cold by somewhere around 2:30. HOORAY!
Lastly, it's been quite a while since I managed to make myself sore the morning after a weight workout. It occured to me after watching John go through his routine the other night that I haven't been sore because I haven't been pushing myself hard enough to really do any damage.
Yesterday was different.
Yesterday I pushed. HARD. My triceps and lats are more than a little achey.
Sweet.
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