Something tells me I shouldn't have decided to randomly do 50 push ups and 40 sit ups on Friday.

It is a bad sign that my body hurts all over today.

Especially since it got worse from yesterday.

Something's up. And my nose is going haywire too.

Urgh, my deteriorating physical fitness is disturbing.

YOU HAVE TO STOP EATING, YOU HAVE TO STOP EATING.

BUT YOU HATE TO STOP EATING

URGH.

Pfffft.

I really need to strengthen my resolve. I remember the time when I had an iron will. Now I'm fulla laziness. Its stretching to everything I do. And it is very disturbing indeed.

Zzt. I have to recover from this recurring nose problem. Its stopping me from doing exercise properly. Its depressing as hell. Something's wrong somewhere.

I feel like my body is breaking down.

This is not fun.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.