I wanted to breathe smoke.

When I woke this morning I was bitterness personified. I checked the clock, it was a little after 10am. I needed to blow off some steam, big time.

I wanted to hit the gym before somebody got hurt.

When I’m angry the stereo doesn’t get loud enough, the car doesn’t go fast enough – it’s all against me, and I’m no good in a fight.

I thought about what the world is, what’s wrong with it, what’s wrong with me, why we are the way we are. I asked myself, “Am I getting depressed again?”

I say “again”, because we all do, and we all get in funks that we can’t seem to get out of. However, I would have to say that it’s the things I can’t control that get me down.

I don’t feel down. Things are gonna change, I can feel it, I said to myself.

So I ran 1.5 miles, did 80 crunches, and called it a day.

Later, things got really good, but I’ve been asked to keep things hush hush until Thursday, so I’ll keep it at that.