Last week when Dave the Trainer made me run up the stairs, I didn’t feel so bad. This week I felt like I ate concrete for lunch which somehow accreted in my stomach. Well, maybe not concrete, because it did feel like it was moving its way back up my esophagus. My lunch never made a reappearance, mind you, but for a while there I just felt like lying down in the gym and taking a nap. Funny thing is I felt like this the first week I ran up the stairs, but felt fine last week. Maybe my poor sleeping habits are catching up with me.

In any case, I better at least pretend to try to sleep some more. Yesterday I even forgot to post my blog entry (like anyone should care) even though I wrote it. I have to quit watching 24. It does nothing to get me asleep earlier.

I used to read Wigu a lot until that SOB Jeff Rowland decided that people like me weren’t buying enough of his t-shirts to keep him and his roommate awash in Cheetos. So, after quitting comic books cold-turkey about twenty years ago, I had to buy my first comic book in years. Unfortunately, it doesn’t feel the same as obsessively clicking on his web site every morning, and so it’s not as much fun for me. I’ll have to get over it, but I miss my daily Wigu fix.