marieceleste

Stretch! Shake! Wring out that twisted muscle. This feeling which creeps in and finds a home in my muscles is most definitely out of place.

Down/up/down. (fnarr). Last week I felt solid and sure, this week less so. I am perhaps a little hard on myself, but goddamn I think I should be better. I want to inspire!

Somewhere along the line my brain decided that the path of least resistance was the way to go. All through highschool I did the minimum to get by. The single wheel of my wheelbarrow brain is now stuck on that path in a muddy groove and turning off the path of least resistance meets with much resistance.

I've just booked myself into a couple of philosophy talks to try to prod the lazy brain into activity. And I think I may need to study next year.

And hey! It looks like I have kicked the evil weed! I have not smoked more than two nights in the last few weeks (Saturday night at the party... I was nervous!), and so I decided to give it up for a bad job. What's the point in smoking cigarettes? It's going well so far.