Ignore the title, I've had a pretty bad week. But not really, as you can see by the fact I'm still alive. Who really knows? Last week I was all "I'm gonna go to the gym at least once a week." and this week, while I did walk into town on Monday and burned off a fair number of calories, I have not hit the gym once. I've barely done anything. This includes sleeping which is the major cause of the problem. I've barely slept and therefore barely had the energy to do anything.
I've barely written, I've barely exercised, I've barely done anything other than pass my time by doing anything but things I should. This makes it more difficult to just pass the time too. I've finally reached that state where I feel guilty about not doing anything. I've reached that point where when I don't have anything to do, it's because I know I should be doing something more productive like writing. I don't even know if The Beast is released yet which sucks too because it's the actual end of the month and I don't think there's been any word. I'll drop the guy a line and see how it goes.
I hope next week goes better. It better had really, seeing how I don't have an excuse to walk into town next week. That really saved my ass as far as exercising goes. Maybe when I have the time I'll write a post about that one. Exercise has managed to become pretty integral to my weight loss. I assure you it's more than that one sentence.