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I did this experiment today where I slept the fuck in because I was an idiot and stayed up too late reading, and I didn't do my exercises and now my entire day feels like it's got a thin layer of syrup over it. Sticky and slowed down just enough to feel it. Let's not do that again.

I don't know when I became one of the people for whom exercise is something deeply embedded in their lives, because I never could much see myself as one of those people. But apparently I am. Not just getting up and walking around either, push-ups, kicks, sweat, panting. The whole thing. Arms like noodles. I'm vacillating between WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO MYSELF and well, I was going to make some changes 7 years ago, I guess the physical part finally caught up with me.

At any rate, most of the day was a wash for anything other than struggling through day jobligations, so we're definitely not doing that again. I did at least manage to get a good amount of words done and the one fic is almost finished. Which is good because it's probably going to end up getting expanded edited and turned into a dime novel. Other than that, I got some reading done, I got dinner made, and I got in some Diablo and staring at Tom Hardy as Bane before I finally passed out.

Yeah. Tomorrow, not just exercise but also allergy pills, because the sneezing fits are so overrated.