I'm getting fat and lazy. I should probably start working out on a regular basis. I'm tired of not doing anything all day long and going to bed without being exhausted. I need to work myself to death or something. It would probably do me some good. I miss the days when I woke up every morning for cross country practice at 5 AM and choked down a banana and some orange juice before driving to Sean's house where he would hop in, tune to the smooth jazz radio station, and we'd cruise to the school without speaking. Those were mornings well spent. I seriously doubt I can run as far as I did back then.
Maybe if I was exhausted I wouldn't be able to focus on anything but the present. I wouldn't be able to think about anything except how tired I was and how much my muscles hurt. That's how it used to be. Now, when I'm bored and wired on caffeine, all I can think about is the past and all the crap that makes me miserable. I need a break from the timeline. Either that, or I need people to stop telling me things they know will hurt my feelings. I've been asleep for 9 hours. I feel like I need another 4.
