October 1, 2019 by sandwichcontrol
And by struggle, I mean nachos.
I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Furious Jessy. She is one of the handful of people that make this stupid website actually do website things. So send her a coddamn birthday wish today.
Also, Happy Lace Day!
I’m sure whoever came up with this holiday was thinking of doilies or wedding dresses, but I’m trying to get back in a shape other than a circle, so I opted to make it about lacing up my running shoes.
Yesterday was a fuckshow of shitting with headaches and coffee.
I mean I got a lot done, but I was a grump most of the day.
So I went for a run in the early afternoon.
It was really hot and awful.
But it improved my mood considerably.
I then proceeded to work around the house for like four hours.
Moving stuff. Throwing stuff away. Spray painting stuff. Glaring at things. Muttering oaths under my breath at stuff.
I said the run improved my mood. I didn’t say it made me a ray of fucking sunshine.
After dinner we went to HayHay’s volleyball practice.
I just sat and read the first few issues of LOW.
It was kinda awesome.
Except for the headache that I couldn’t fully shake off.
If you can’t tell, I’m in a bit of mood lately.
It could be all the changes that are happening in life.
Or it might just be that I’m stressed out by all those changes and haven’t been working out. So I’m not getting those good neuro chemicals that make me not murder the shit out of people.
I’m going to do better.
There’s no reason that I can’t clear 10,000 steps a day.
If I can take a fucking photo of myself every day for over a decade, I can walk around more.
It’s not coddamn rocket science.
Literally putting one foot in front of the other.
So I’m going to do better.
What choice do I have, really?
Got stay in shape to be good at my job so I get paid and can buy comics.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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