Falling Out of Touch With All My

Friends are somewhere getting wasted
Hope they're staying glued together.


Who needs a drink?

I do, I think. Actually I don't know what I need. Week two (or is it three?) of the 6 day a week workout schedule. Didn't I used to do this all the time? Wasn't it twice a day most days? Sometimes three? What happened? When did I become such a weenie. Is it the full time job that's f'ing me up? Maybe I'm not eating enough. Lately, I don't know whether I'm not or cold, hungry or full. I know I'm tired though. I know that.

(I'll sleep on the floor if I want to. You can't stop me. It's my floor. I'll sleep on the kitchen floor even. I'll do it. Just watch me.)

I used to finish a run and go eat and shower and then sit up in my dorm room on the couch and feel just... powerful. I felt like I could run through the fucking wall. Now I feel like the fucking wall ran through me. Subtly different, yet worlds apart.

I got back from yoga class and, for the first time, felt more constricted and sore than when I went in. Maybe it was the new instructor. Maybe it was my bad attitude. Nah, fuck that. I'm blaming the instructor.