Sitting around on Day 3 in the epic battle against this stomach bug I've caught has really got me pondering. Mainly because I've burned through my dvd's, read all my books, and am slowly leaning towards heading to the local Wal-Mart to try and find something new to occupy my eyeballs as I wait for this gross-ness to pass. First things first, attempting to eat food again! For one who is so in love with food (although you could never tell, me weighing a buck-twenty soaking wet) being ill really puts a damper on my love affair with cooking and eating. It also puts a damper on my daily gym-going, which makes me sad too. I've never been a huge gym fan. In fact, being in cross-country and track in high school, I was probably the only one who loathed gym days. I blame it on the low-confidence of a fifteen-year-old who couldn't even bench the women's bar(that's right, 25 pounds) and broke a sweat working biceps on the 5 pound weights. Perhaps it was also because of my coaches constant pushing and instructing, and Lord knows I have never been one to take that kind of instruction kindly, I guess you could call me a free-spirit, but I just didn't wanna. But now here I am, running a couple miles a day(which is a big feat for me, having recently quit smoking after 5 years), bench-pressing, working weights, chin-ups, and core-workouts. I'm pretty proud of myself!
But for now here I am, stuck in this upper-room and feeling awful, yet still contemplating venturing out, lest the boredom overtake me and die alone in this little New York village. At least they'd have something to talk about here. Despite the fact that I have not yet screwed anyone, have always paid my bar tab and tipped kindly, been friendly and in public, quite demure(well, that's up for discussion) I still seem to be the hot topic of discussion around town. Mainly because I am new here and in a village this small, there isn't much else to talk about. My name is even more popular than the local gays! Which I find odd(perhaps since they have residenced here for a bit) that in a tine little seemingly conservative(that also, is up for discussion, it seems everyone has screwed each other at one point and knows about it) village they are so accepting of them over the tiny little midwestern carpenter who has moved in and not caused any trouble. I don't get it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay-bashing, and I really enjoy the two, they are quite fun. Having lived in a small town before, it just seems odd to me.
Anyway, I reckon I'm burning soup and my purple gatorade is calling so I must bid adieu, before my free-reigning mouth gets me into more trouble. Word to your moms, and what-not.
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