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Wednesday, March 01, 2006


Endorphin Afternoon
or
How I Wasted Time By Being Kind To Myself


I did something rather rare today, gentle readers. Rare for me, at least. In the mmiddle of my busy day, I took two hours - which I could have used to do my homework or feed my neuroses - to de-stress.

But what does that mean exactly, "de-stress?" It's a popular word in our culture, that's for sure. Almost everyone you meet these days is simply paralyzed with stress, flapping about like disembodied tail come straight from the lizard, drinking or smoking or eating too much to make up for the hours of self-control they must impose upon themselves to function "adequately" in modern society.

Well. Ironic, isn't it, that the people who should most benefit from an hour to themselves can't afford to take it? Most afternoons, I sit indian style, hunched over a text book, balancing my laptop on my knee. At my right sits a can of energy drink. At my left sits a cup of tea or diet coke - they alternate. And this is how I waste my life, from sunset to sunrise, almost every day of the week.

Not today. Today, I let myself go. I worked out for 70 minutes, watched porn for another 30, ate a snack, and ran to work. Boy do I feel better! My tension headache hasn't come back yet. Let's see how long the calm lasts . . .


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