Old Fat Bastard

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Was uber-lazy today until 5pm, when I finally changed out of my pajamas. I don't really know why I didn't do anything. I hate not doing anything. I watched a movie while having my morning coffee. John slept in 'til one, because to stay awake for last night's eclipse he drank a 20oz. coffee. Then I got online, and I don't really know what I did to piss the hours away. I did some of what wound up being therapeutic writing. Sometimes I write in apostrophe, and I'm not sure who I'm even addressing. Sometimes I know, but then it changes, and I make no distinction. I just ramble on. Today was the day I've been hoping not to have as far as break goes, that moment when things slow down so far there's really no motivation to do anything. I sat on the couch hungry and thirsty, stiff backed, needing to move, just writing and writing and writing. And I feel like I said nothing, just had word vomit. Anyway, I hate wasting the time but I suppose I needed to get that slow and let it happen. I hate going slow. Well, I don't hate going slow, but I hate totally stopping. The first time I got up and got dressed was to go to the gym tonight for a Zumba class at 6:40. I got to feeling better, moving around and working out. I had good energy and lifted after the class. I had to be fast, because they were getting ready to close. That made my arms extra tired trying to bust out one set after the other. Came home, sat in the new massaging computer chair John got me for Christmas, lol- I love it, but man he must think I'm a really old, fat bastard. I played my drum for awhile to reggae videos online, and John made us chicken and fried potatoes for dinner. That's been basically it.