Some weeks are better than others. Last week I fell off, not even bothering to wake up until at least 9 on most days. I hit my schedule perfectly on Monday, getting up at eight, running by nine, ready to begin the rest of the day by ten. Tuesday, I couldn't get out of bed. Today, I did much the same. So tonight, I went on a punishment run. It ( Read more... )

2:30 in the morning.

I'm sitting here, feeling quite alone and thoroughly burnt-out on everything.

I'm being crushed by a sense of urgency, and I can feel distances starting to form between myself and the people I care about.

8 a.m. can't come soon enough.

Fuck tennis.

This marks the start of my third week of getting back into shape. I'm doing what I did back in '05: running, running, running. Monday through Thursday, I run no less than four laps around my apartment complex in the morning. I also keep a diet of around 2000 calories a day. I'm not going to bother keeping tabs on my weight. It'll happen. ( Read more... )

Managed to maintain my running schedule all week, and I feel fucking great. Hopefully I'll be back to roughly good shape by December for the Grand Finale.

I am uneasy.

I spend my nights restless. I'm tired all day. I look forward to my game on Friday night and seeing Karla on the weekend, and thats it. Those are the only parts of the week I enjoy. I've fallen into a pattern that I hate.

I need something, and I don't know what it is, but I can't wait to find it.

Douchebags!

Check out The Mayor's new store at www.gxegames.com

Register on the forums while you're at it (especially everyone involved in the Friday night game)

Soon the store will have more lan center capabilities and hopefully the VS crew will be returning in force

Spent the morning at Central Campus.

I'm technically back in school, starting in the spring.

If I'm lucky, I can be done by next fall.

Fuck yes.

Remember how I have almost no money all the time? I'm about to get even more broke ( Read more... )

So I've essentially spent the last 48 hours living entirely on gatorade and sprite zero, my body completely rejecting lots of other things. I've successfully eaten half a bowl of soup, most of a sandwich, and a few bites of applesauce. I spent yesterday in a prone position, hearing "Die With Your Boots On" in my head over and over again. Today ( Read more... )