I can barely move.

Not only am I low energy from me eating less in general (I'm trying to drop a few kilos), but I just came back from the gym and Oh Boy I worked hard. I always give it my all, but man I'm beat. I could barely move my arms to wash myself in the shower! Crazy.

Also, I'm not enjoying my book very much. Or, well, it's not that I'm not enjoying it, it's more that it's really confusing. I'm not really getting it, I guess. I'm still in the beginning and it's very short, so I do think I'll finish it, but it's so confusing. It's written in a very confusing manner as well with lots of odd words (which admittedly could be a product of a particular dialect and being 40 years old), but the prose is also just plain annoying: it's repetitive and long-winded. It insists upon itself. There's a lot of "adjctive noun of the adjective noun in the adjective noun of the adjective noun", and it drives me crazy. Just... Just say what it is man. You're not being poetic; you're being obnoxious.

I'm tired... I wore my corduroy trousers today, by the way. MISTAKE! It's too hot for that still...