i am tired, and a little looney.

inside and out. i've been going to the gym regularly for the last two weeks, every day for the last three weeks. it's a difficult habit to get into; you kind of just have to bite the bullet every day and go. but yesterday i had to take a break - i was just too tired. and today, i forced myself to go, but again, very tired. i always feel good afterwards, and then about an hour later i realize crap. i don't want to get up.

i've also been a bit tired on the writing front. i've been writing about 1000 words every day now for... well, i've lost track of how long. pretty much since january, officially anyway, though i started long before that. last fall, maybe. now, whatever muscles/ neurons i use to write are tired, too.

in a way it's a good feeling. only by working until we are tired can we build up our stamina. at least, that's my theory, and i'm sticking to it, dammit. but i think over all, it's a good tired. of course, i caught myself singing at the grocery store today, which in itself wouldn't have been so bad. i sing to myself all the time. but on this particular ocassion i was singing the theme to the old Tiny Toon Adventures cartoon:

we're tiny, we're toony, we're all a little looney...

um, yeah. i got a lot of stares on that one before i clued in.