God. My lord in heaven. Seriously. I feel gross. Gross and tired and gross. Lethargic even. You’d think in Los Angeles, with all the sunshine I’d be in a better mood, be more active and energetic. Nope.
My activity meter is pretty low and it’s making me feel more and more weak. I have to start pumping my initiative juices up so I don;t make excuses for not running or even getting out of the apartment in general.
Today, I really have nothing to report. I have nothing of significance to write about. I play video games and watch TV and drink diet root beer. I’ve become a caricature of myself. It’s time to step up the productivity. Or else, like sharks, if I stop moving, I’m probably going to die.
281/365 – Sloth
God. My lord in heaven. Seriously. I feel gross. Gross and tired and gross. Lethargic even. You’d think in Los Angeles, with all the sunshine I’d be in a better mood, be more active and energetic. Nope.
My activity meter is pretty low and it’s making me feel more and more weak. I have to start pumping my initiative juices up so I don;t make excuses for not running or even getting out of the apartment in general.
Today, I really have nothing to report. I have nothing of significance to write about. I play video games and watch TV and drink diet root beer. I’ve become a caricature of myself. It’s time to step up the productivity. Or else, like sharks, if I stop moving, I’m probably going to die.