Here it is, the juiciest (juiced) days of the cycle. An extra week of recover plus steroids are hitting… ambition flows… before fatigue spikes later in the week and it all goes to hell.
The to-do list, so dreary and ossified, suddenly interesting. Hey, maybe take out the trash and the dishes before installing the new living room lights and then some blog updates and those letters I’ve been meaning to write. No problem!
I’ll probably be waking up at 2am for the next three nights and then POW, right in the kisser.