Ever since I felt the inklings of disease one week ago, I've had but one goal for each day since: recover. That goal hasn't changed for an entire week and a half. Fortunately, I felt well enough today to go back to my routine. Stopping all activity for one week is killer on the body. If there's anything important about exercise, it's consistency.
I don't know if it's my imagination, but my body was feeling softer than usual. It's weird. When I look at supermodels, that's how I gain the motivation to work out--and I don't mean male models. Who's got time to look at that nonsense? Nah, when I look at beautiful women, it makes me want to do better. I hope that's not a sexist sentiment. Keeping in shape is the least I can do. Either that or study "the game" intensely and become the sleazy sort to prey on the weak.
I spent the bulk of today catching up on old stuff, namely, Chris Smoove's Watchdogs Let's Play. After that, I watched his NBA vids, and then I put myself within striking distance to finish off Mikakunin de Shinkoukei. Only one more episode!
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