Ooog.

I can bicycle to work, *or* I can stop at the gym. But doing both on the same day? I think I'm going to let myself get in better shape before I do that again.

Ow ow ow ow owwie ow ow.

I've got to be more like my nephew, Mr. 7% bodyfat-only-eats-when-he's-hungry-gets-filled -up-by-a-sandwich. The thing is, when lunchtime comes I'm so burned out by dealing with constant questions that I just want to FLEE to somewhere that's peaceful and quiet for an hour---and the only places like that around here are restaurants. I've probably gained ten pounds just due to shyness.

(On top of the thirty I've put on due to a sedentary lifestyle and a slowing metabolism, yes yes.)

You never really realize which muscles don't normally get used until you use them. Who knew the backs of my upper arms were so wimpy? Ow ow ow.

Resolution

My script is as done as it's going to be. If I wait for more feedback, if I let myself go back and re-re-re-REwrite the scenes I think are weak, I'm still going to be obsessed with it in 2005. I need to print it, seal it, and sit down with a lot of caffeine and my three ideas for Buffy scripts. (And ideally the DVDs for Season 2).