Ah-ha! What's up, non-believers? Betcha thought I'd miss posting today, abandoning all my righteous aspirations at personal improvement. Well, screw all y'all.
Unfortunately, I have almost nothing to write.
My first blog was comprised of grand, epic posts, which took me weeks to complete. Such monumental endeavors drained me to such an extent that eventually the blog fizzled and failed. I will try now, therefore, for quantity over quality, and see what results that brings.
I spent the first days of the new year totally tapped of energy, suffering from caffeine-withdrawl headaches. I figured if I slept enough I'd regain some vitality, so I slept for two days straight, more or less. This strategy did nothing to improve my condition.
Today, however, I went to the gym and got in a doozy of a work-out. This, thought it left me tired and sore, cleared my head and, paradoxically, filled me with a clean, unadulterated energy.
It also gave my libido a shot in the arm.
Writing will hopefuly be like this.
Talents and abilities are much like muscles. They need to be used to avoid atrophy; they need to be strained and pushed to grow and strengthen.
So, I pray with time will my dubious and debatable "talent" for the written word slowly revitalize and become strong again. Perhaps working out my writing muscles will likewise fuel my sex drive.
I think that's all I got for tonight.
A miniscule post, true. But a post nonetheless.
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