George Carlin has died.

The overwhelming amount of shit on my plate has left me wide awake, my head buzzing and accompanied by a strong sense of unease.  Breakdown to follow.

I'm finally getting my legs back to running standards, but I'm getting worried about my hip wanting to give out on occasion ( Read more... )

Time for him to reroll his sheet 

A few tears won't make Hillary more electable 

I've been in bed for an hour, but sleep is evasive and elusive. I'm too angry to rest. I'm tight on funds and things aren't looking up for the next few months with class right around the corner and my car being a piece of shit. Work is a never-ending clusterfuck, rent is going up, the cat broke my favorite vase, and I'm out of shape still. I want ( Read more... )

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Looking for payday loan?

Just returned from the 2007 Grand Finale of Paintball. Definitely tired, and way more welted as usual. I kept throwing myself into the thick of firefights just for the hell of it. I certainly punished some people to the best of my ability.

I am well rested, finally, and my room is back in order, and yet I sit here alone on a Sunday evening, with Churchill's black dog curled up in my lap.

I am undone.

I'm working on a harder program. Same amount of running in the morning, followed by HIIT work on an elliptical machine as well as some heavy weight training. After Christmas and college are finished draining the little money I have left over, I'm going to attempt to plot out a sufficient diet.