My body hates me. I haven't been running or riding lately, even though my muscles and lungs have been itching for strain and activity. I even got completely suited up to ride today, stood by my bike by the window for about 10 minutes, letting the afternoon sun warm me through the blinds, and in the end I changed out and didn't go. I blamed it on the weather, even when the fog burns off, it's breezy and chilly. It's June, and it already feels like July! I gotta get out of this city. But really, I'm just being lazy. Laziness, it'll be the death of me. It'll be the death of us all. Sorry, there's nothing like feeling dramatic at 3 in the morning. Maybe I should start smoking. And going on long walks at three in the morning.