Monday, March 3, 2014

Move it, Schmuck

I get home from work, take off my button-down shirt and tie, and lay on the bed in my underwear with my heart pounding. I'm talking to myself again, and I'm not being very nice.

"I don't really even like the things I do, I mean, I'm not that good at it," I say, looping through my typical crap that I usually say to myself when I'm not feeling good about my life.

Then I work out and immediately feel better.

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