And I have to be up in seven hours. What fun. I also realised "Oh snap I didn't have anything written for Monday". See, I wrote out nearly all of last week's posts in advance which means that I got lazy when it came to writing new posts and it sorta slipped my mind. My lack of sleep isn't helping too much either. I have an American friend I talk to every morning (American morning) and the clocks have changed for her, but not me. That means I gotta wake up an hour earlier to talk to her in the morning, but I'm not going to sleep an hour earlier, which kinda sucks for my sleeping. On the plus side though, I could probably keep this schedule when the clocks change, and get more done in my day. I'm actually not that tired. If I was, I would be sleeping more.
One thing I am though is in pain. It mostly happens when I exercise, but something seems to be wrong with my left leg. Whenever I do strenuous exercise it hurts like hell and gives out on me a lot sooner than my right leg, which is stronger than a proverbial ox. Not a real one though, those dudes are tough. I should probably get myself checked out. It's a problem I've had for a while now but it's only become a major problem recently. I can't stay on a bike for more than five minutes, which means that A) I'm more inactive than I wish I was, and B) I can't really practice my bike riding and get a full sense of balance needed to ride a motorcycle. The guy who runs the motorcycle school near me still has my dads £90 lesson fee (he charged in advance) and half of my driver's license. Here's hoping it's something that's not way too bad. Maybe some light exercise can fix it and it's just a product of being more inactive. Oh, how I long for the days I used to be able to do six mile walks and row on a rowing machine for forty minutes straight because I wanted to row 5k in one sitting.
Heh, sitting. See, cos you sit at a rowing machine.
Don't worry, I'll see myself out. If you're wondering why my left leg might be damaged in the first place it's because my laptop would predominantly be rested on my left leg. I guess the constant pressure got to it like someone who's not quite ready to commit.