Body strong! Mind weak!
Apr. 25th, 2007 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSunday night I left the house at about the time I'd normally be going to bed to sit up with an old friend who was having a hard time. Got home around two in the morning, slept poorly, took a day off from work on Monday. It's Wednesday now am I'm still not put to right. Monday night I slept equally poorly, and last night I piled some generic diphenhydramine into my system in the hopes of getting a full night's sleep. I did, but today I'm enjoying the hangover that always comes from pounding my circadian clock into submission.
I also suppose I've got a bit of writer's block. I haven't wanted to write for the past couple of days. Pixel-stained Technopeasant day took a lot of wind out of my sails: the small scale of my readership, the relative effort I put into it all, the sheer talent of those others who posted (and I've downloaded quite a few for my reading pleasure), and general life stress have all combined to knock out the writing mojo for a few days.
It'll come back. It always does. I could no more not want to mess with Zia and Polly's heads than I could want to stop breathing. What I need to figure out is how to market the damn stuff.
I'm gonna head to the gym for lunch. I'll do two low-intensity circuits just to try and get back into the groove. I did that last week, twice, and felt better after each ocassion. I no longer come back from the gym dizzy; I guess my body's gotten used to the sudden ratcheting of effort. And my heartbeat's finally down where it belongs for a high-output workout, which is reassuring after it was way too high over the winter.
I also suppose I've got a bit of writer's block. I haven't wanted to write for the past couple of days. Pixel-stained Technopeasant day took a lot of wind out of my sails: the small scale of my readership, the relative effort I put into it all, the sheer talent of those others who posted (and I've downloaded quite a few for my reading pleasure), and general life stress have all combined to knock out the writing mojo for a few days.
It'll come back. It always does. I could no more not want to mess with Zia and Polly's heads than I could want to stop breathing. What I need to figure out is how to market the damn stuff.
I'm gonna head to the gym for lunch. I'll do two low-intensity circuits just to try and get back into the groove. I did that last week, twice, and felt better after each ocassion. I no longer come back from the gym dizzy; I guess my body's gotten used to the sudden ratcheting of effort. And my heartbeat's finally down where it belongs for a high-output workout, which is reassuring after it was way too high over the winter.
