:: Tuesday, July 24, 2007 ::
Fatness won't kill me; trying to lose the fatness will
My legs right now ache more than I can ever imagine. My calves feel like they need to be ripped off and put away in storage for a little while. That's really about all for right now, but earlier I felt like my stomach, lungs, arms, jaw, and really my whole body needed to be put away into storage. It was definately not one of the best things in the world to experience. Of course, all the eating of fatty foods and drinking of soda-pops have led to my demise. Once I used to be a studly soldier, fit to fight. Now I'm just a soldier that the Army needs because no one else wants to join.
Well, that's not entirely true. Ann has already recruited one of her kinfolk to join the Army. He goes and talks to the recruiter tomorrow about possibly joining. She's pretty good at talking anyone into the Army. Natural born recruiter.
The poopy dog is still poopy. We took her over to mom and dad's today to chilax over there and she played with their dogs. I didn't realize how old their dogs were until I saw how gray Riley was getting. I guess when you're gone for a year and a half, quite a few things change that you don't really notice. I have to remind myself that I basically lost a year and a half compared to everyone else.
Deja vu? I feel like I've discussed this before.
That's how the cookie crumbles, I guess.
God is good. All the time.
:: Ben 10:11 PM [+] ::