"He keeps talking in a scary voice..."
So after two days of listening to Donut cry incessantly, I decided she needed a playmate. So now instead of one little ball of fur and energy, I've got two. The second one is named O'Malley (again, points if you catch the reference), and he's a lot more inquisitive than his sister. He is also quickly learning to fear the spray bottle, as he has incurred its wrath on several occasions this week.
Speaking of O'Malley, he is currently pawing at a caterpillar on my living room floor. Not sure where the hell that came from.
Tonight marks the end of my third week on P90x. It's been reminiscent of my first week on the program, with lots of fatigue and soreness, and it's taken a lot of willpower to keep pushing. I'm looking forward to this recovery week - not that I'll be taking it easy, mind you, just that I'll have a chance to work a lot more on stretching and flexibility, so that I'm not completely fucked up when Phase II begins.
Jesus, I really have nothing to write about, do I? I'm just killing time while I drink my post-workout shake and get ready to shower. This entry is totally pointless. And I bet you're still reading. You silly fucker.
G'night.
Speaking of O'Malley, he is currently pawing at a caterpillar on my living room floor. Not sure where the hell that came from.
Tonight marks the end of my third week on P90x. It's been reminiscent of my first week on the program, with lots of fatigue and soreness, and it's taken a lot of willpower to keep pushing. I'm looking forward to this recovery week - not that I'll be taking it easy, mind you, just that I'll have a chance to work a lot more on stretching and flexibility, so that I'm not completely fucked up when Phase II begins.
Jesus, I really have nothing to write about, do I? I'm just killing time while I drink my post-workout shake and get ready to shower. This entry is totally pointless. And I bet you're still reading. You silly fucker.
G'night.