Poppycock

I took a four-and-a-half mile run today, after months of slacking–partly because I’ve been living on poppycock and oranges since Christmas, but also because when I retrieved our garbage can from the street, my heart rate went above, like, six beats a minute for the first time in four months and I vaguely remembered how good it feels to do that.

I probably won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow, but right at this moment I feel like I can think straight for the first time since September.

And I quit, why?

Oh.

Yeah.

I have a job that consumes my every waking moment.

I really ought to do something about that.


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