One Per Day

I just wanted to do three things for the day.

I can’t help but see this as a competition.

I wish I can do it.

I really think it has to do with being tired from work and bring misaligned in life.

The hours are getting to me.

Not gonna stay that late.

It’s important, I tell myself.

It’s kinda cool and can be meant to be cool but it’s not.

It seems like gym, groceries and haircut don’t go together well.

As long as it’s hidden within a bunch of drunks’ better singing, it’s fine.

Am I too naïve to complain?

I can’t seem to avoid him.

I may be onto something that every serious weight training people already knew.

I like this group.

And football.

What am I going to do?

For better or for worse.

Keep work out of it.

The most materialistic misfortune was the most heart-breaking disappointment.

It’s cool now.

I wanted to answer those questions.

I guess I don’t have the craving anymore.

I’m just craving interviews right now.

Older people are so bored with their lives they have to interfere with mine.

It’s been a good run.

I’ll only do this special job for as long as I’m required to.

I’m still not sure about doing twelve reps, though.

Back to work.

I treated IMAX as the standard.

So much time, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I get both antsy and disappointed.