Blank Calendar. in The Napkin.

I had the idea to write something called “Glory to Clamshots”, a satire glorifying pussyshots to point out how ridiculous leading with dickpics is. But, I just don’t care right now?

Got to the gym, ate, and… Eh? I feel eh. Probably will zone into a video game eventually, but.

I don’t know, I don’t feel like doing anything. Might have to grind the day out a little.

Still, overall a better start to the year than last year. I’m not revisiting anything I wrote this time last year anytime soon. Maybe next year. My headspace was… I’d rather not get anywhere close to that right now. Let’s just say I was mentally disturbed and leave it at that.

Been trying to watch my evening snacking/sugar. Limiting intake after dinner does seem to correlate with better sleep. Waking up once isn’t a huge deal. Waking up every 60-90 minutes is annoying.

I can’t be a resolutionist if I’m already a gymrat; I’d like to look better naked. I’m under ten weeks out from my vacation, so that’s the Time-sensitive in SMART.

To quote me, “It’s not a matter of whether you look good naked, it’s a matter of whether you THINK you look good naked. Confidence is king.”

What? You don’t quote yourself now and then? Try it! I’m sure you’ve said at least one thing in your life that made you go “Damn, me. I should cite MYSELF in the future!”