starchild228

I yelled at one of my roommates today. I was trying to take a nap, and he decided to start practicing his electric guitar. He said he was so freaked by that he ran out and bought headphones. I can count on one hand the number of times I've yelled around the guys since I moved in last August. The funny thing is, I wasn't really pissed at him, I was just snuggled in, warm and comfy, and I didn't want to get up and go around our shared wall to his room. So, I just yelled. Oh, well. A little healthy fear is a good thing to have instilled in one's roommates, right? I can tell I'm going to be in a helluva lot better shape by the time this semester is out, I'm doing a lot of hauling ass to get to my classes on time, and at 20-40 minutes per day, it's not a bad workout. The only problem is, I get asthma attacks like clockwork from breathing in the cold air. I fucking hate asthma. I'm trying to get into better shape, take better care of myself, and get out and about more. It seems like my body is working against me at every turn. Asthma attacks, stomach problems, just plain being out of shape, muscle cramps and aches, and fatigue. My mood is exponentially better than it was during my period of depression, but I'm still battling insomnia and a bit of fatigue, plus I'm still shaking off this queen bitch of a cold I managed to catch over Christmas. I'm doing a lot better, but I've still got some leftover crap to deal with. The point is, though, none of this shit is going to stop me. I'm going to do what I've gotta do.