Finding a Stride

Today was a wash. Sure, I have clean clothes and I did a good amount of exercise but I accomplished nothing that alleviates the stress. I felt like I had too much shit to get done to even get started. So I did nothing. I should be writing my shakespeare paper right now but I decided this caffeine buzz should be placed somewhere less productive.

Saturday I accomplished one of my life goals: stand on the balcony at stubbs bbq during a show. It was one of those things where whenever I went to a show I would always see these people standing on the balcony, with an excellent view, and writhe with jealousy. So, I finally got my chance but unfortunately it with a band that I less than like. Whatever. It still counts in my book (of goals).

I can’t decide whether I felt like writing this post or if I felt like not writing my paper.  Maybe it’s important that I found my stride during my run today and the two are somehow connected.   Hitting my stride is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.  It’s like this machine has possessed my legs and nothing else matters. Especially papers about the rhetoric strategies of shakespeare in modern culture.  bleck.