everything else i should be doing

i feel sick. for the first time in a long time i feel like i m getting sick. my throat is scratched. my stomach is uneasy queasy. if i were running, i d be running this fever. my muscles ache and scream. my eyes are heavy and my skin is void of pink.

instead of laying in bed and nursing myself to 110%, i m awake. i m working out. i m doing pull ups and downs. crunches and inclines.

i cough and weez(er). this sweat tells me that the fevers on again. take it easy son, lay it up just this once, your not that young man anymore.

never one to listen to reason.

new goals for the winter, wont slack. get threw the first frost to the spring thaw on top. if i put on 8 lbs of muscles i ll be where i want to be for spring. if i fill myself out and rid myself of all this excess horror, i might actually, for once, be pleased with my outward appearance.

don't let the sickness spread, get it out of my head. I ll be who i want to be before long.

i will do everything i say.

i have a million things to say to you, but you still take my breath away with everything you do. if i had it my way, all i d ask for my birthday and christmas and new years and kwanzaa and the british bank holiday and the mexican revolution would be You.

i ll be 24. i feel 17.

i guess i ll never completely grow up. and i m completely fine with that. Where's it gonna get you acting serious?