Harder than It Is

For some reason, I haven't had the want, need, or ability to write lately. Part of it is that work has gotten a lot busier; I find myself taking work home a few nights out of the week. The other part is, perhaps I've just run out of interesting things to say for the time being.

Lent has been fine. Food again has been easy, exercise a little harder, reading a bit harder still. And as far getting around the city is concerned, forget it. I only go out on the weekend, and it's not to a museum or park or anything. Nope, I go to a bar to have a drink or two and commiserate with my roommates, my coworkers, or the two friends from high school that live in the city now. I seriously thought that the eating and the exercise would be the hardest part of getting through- but it's been the opposite really. The things I thought would be easy, reading, relaxing, enjoying myself by going out into the city, are actually much harder. When I get home, I don't want to read, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to have a beer and play computer games or watch tv on the best days, maybe just lay there on the worst. I still have time to make me do what I promised to. Perhaps if it wasn't so cold.

It doesn't help that I'm sick. In fact, I think I'm getting the flu- which is bad for two reasons. The lesser reason is that I have the first draft of a report due at noon tomorrow and I feel my condition worsening. The greater reason is that I just don't get sick. I mean never- at most I might have the sniffles for a few days but my immune system has always been top notch (it's probably from all the oranges I use to eat). And to make matters worse, I worked out hard yesterday, even as I could feel the rumblings of the virus' attack on my body. And, as my girlfriend told me; you should NEVER work out when you're getting sick. It temporarily lowers your immune response, and blam! That's all she wrote for the next few days. I'm taking plenty of Airborne, hopefully I'll bounce back quick. Best of luck to everyone!

Jojo