Why is the only time I'm ever desperate for some exercise is when I can't reasonably get any?
Jittery as hell right now. Probably because I'm starting my new job tomorrow. I'm excited about it and all, but it seems to be feeding the anxiety. Dad decided to clean up the back yard last week, so now I don't know where the bicycle repair crap is (and neither does he) and I need to fix a flat tyre before I can use my bike - not that I can go for a ride safely when it's rainy anyway. It's been raining on and off all day, so I can't take Cooper for a walk or go for one myself without sacrificing my vision if my glasses get wet and probably get hit by a car. Mum's already using the treadmill. The gym's closed. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I need to wear myself out.