Coherency is, therefore, not high on my list of priorities.
I had one of those rare free evenings last night where I had absolutely no responsibility, so I took a walk to the library to pick up some items I’d ordered. On my way home, I looked down and realized that my cute little Gregory Peck potbelly had swollen just a bit more across the view of my feet. So I went home, stuck in season two of Gilmore Girls, and proceeded to do three sets of twenty sit-ups and three sets of ten pushups.
Actually, it was a set of four pushups and THEN three sets of ten. The set of four came first, so… progress?
Afterwards, I went into the bathroom to perform my nightly oblations (a word I hope I’m using correctly, and, if not, see the disclaimer at the top). I looked at my hair – always messy – and I saw just a single strand shooting out from the side of my head. It was, of course, grey.
It occurred to me that I haven’t really been all that productive, of late. I’ve got a lot of goals, but I haven’t done a whole lot to work on them. The most productive thing I did yesterday (well, before writing about my little breakdown) was find a writer who actually made me care a little bit about reading a Fantastic Four comic.
(Incidentally, Jonathan Hickman’s pretty darn good).
I just remembered that I have a lot I want to get done with my life. I want to finish up that darn novel I started back in November, get some more drawing done, and adopt Rory Gilmore. She’d be lucky to have me for an adopted daddy – but only if she agrees not to do that whole little adulterous affair with Dean thing.
Anyway, I’m twenty-seven years old, and I think I’m having some kind of midlife crisis. So if you see me today, and my head’s completely shorn, and I’m complaining about a sore belly and arms, you’ll know why.
4 comments:
Glad you became aware of your own complacency. Now time to get back on the ball! GO STEPHEN!!!
Don't take this the wrong way, but your stick-figure looks pregnant. And I was all prepared for some kind of confession or something. I'm thrilled, Mr. Braddy, that you are not pregnant.
xox
I'm just waiting until you get to season 4 of Gilmore Girls...
I'm watching the early seasons lately too cause I've mostly only seen episodes where Rory was in college. And if I adopted her, I'd also make her promise never to join the Daughters of the American Revolution. That was pretty disgraceful too.
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