I need to exert myself. I woke up this morning just a little while ago, if that can even be called morning. And I woke up with a pulsing heart, with a desire to run really fast or something. I don't know if this is residual caffeine from yesterdays's coffee binge at work, but lately I have all this physical energy that I want to transmit into actual physical activity. Last night, I danced a lot and asked just about everyone encountered to play tennis with me, trying to schedule future physical activity. And I am dissapointed with myself for not waking up earlier, for not doing things.
Last night, I talked to G-3-S or whatever they call themselves and was oddly entertained, and have a tennis date with Bryson which should also be really entertaining. I wanted to slug a certain idiot last night. The desire for physical activity. That's what it is, what it was, what it always is.
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