Fight to preserve life, not destroy it.
My hands are freezing, but I wanted to get in my update. I just watched a beautiful orange sunset and got to look at the moon. You don't get to do that every night where I'm from. I was sicker than a dog this morning; I threw up three times in my basket, so I didn't go to the gym in case I had to puke on the bus or whatever. I haven't told anyone because I don't want them to quarantine me...lol.
I'm on Propranolol for anxiety and paranoia now. It's helping somewhat, but it doesn't fully take the pain or uncomfortable sensations away. I see my head doctor on the sixteenth again and I'm going to let him know how I've been feeling. I've been practicing throwing punches like the Marines a little. I used to be obsessed with army stuff because it looked so cool.
Now, I'm just happy to be an ex-college student with no job and no life other than bodybuilding, writing and reading. I could work at the local bakery like arm wrestler Allen Fisher, but I don't see the point of working a job I hate so I can buy stuff that I don't need, a la Fight Club. I get nervous sometimes. I think I'm going to die somehow. But I'm keeping on.
If I ever want to go back to school, it looks like I'll have to take a loan out or pay for it from my own pocket. I did take many classes at Penn Tech for a total of two years and I have no recollection of how I did it. But if it worked for me then, it ought to work now, too, right? Either way, I'll continue learning like I do at my own pace. Learning is at least one thing I can do.
One of my lenses popped out of my eyeglasses and a girl who works here n*****-rigged the thing for me, thankfully. I have an appointment with the eye doctor coming up and I'm going to get a new pair. Well, no use sitting here complaining about my life. I'm going back to relaxing, watching TV or reading Midnight Tides now. See you next update.
I'm on Propranolol for anxiety and paranoia now. It's helping somewhat, but it doesn't fully take the pain or uncomfortable sensations away. I see my head doctor on the sixteenth again and I'm going to let him know how I've been feeling. I've been practicing throwing punches like the Marines a little. I used to be obsessed with army stuff because it looked so cool.
Now, I'm just happy to be an ex-college student with no job and no life other than bodybuilding, writing and reading. I could work at the local bakery like arm wrestler Allen Fisher, but I don't see the point of working a job I hate so I can buy stuff that I don't need, a la Fight Club. I get nervous sometimes. I think I'm going to die somehow. But I'm keeping on.
If I ever want to go back to school, it looks like I'll have to take a loan out or pay for it from my own pocket. I did take many classes at Penn Tech for a total of two years and I have no recollection of how I did it. But if it worked for me then, it ought to work now, too, right? Either way, I'll continue learning like I do at my own pace. Learning is at least one thing I can do.
One of my lenses popped out of my eyeglasses and a girl who works here n*****-rigged the thing for me, thankfully. I have an appointment with the eye doctor coming up and I'm going to get a new pair. Well, no use sitting here complaining about my life. I'm going back to relaxing, watching TV or reading Midnight Tides now. See you next update.