coffeewhiskey

what can i say, i am finding as every day passes i begin to more and more recover from the effects of my philosophy class. With every day consisting of two miles 100 sit ups and 100 push ups for some reason i feel sore to the point of a numb bliss erupting in most parts of my body. its almost a tangible if not physiological feeling of success, progression and accomplishments.days off i spend hours in borders reading halves of books wondering upon enter and exit if they think im strange. and its so much easier to sleep alone at night when your exhausted. this summer, if not fruitful in love, will drag me out to the pits of physical despair so as to forge a stronger better sean consisting of mostly wit and muscle. for a purpose unknown to the world even unknown to sean.