slowly getting my sleep schedule back. ah who am i kidding no i'm not, it was still 2am, and i'm still retarded today, although i did run two miles somehow.
i am fat.
as i ran, i tried to imagine my body as a piece of hardware with my mind as the kernel, and what i would need to do to renice my exercise processes and attack whatever daemons keep my load average above 1. it's sad but it might just work for me, and allow me to attack this problem the only way i know how: logically and dispassionately.
to quoth the book of johnny mnemonic: "The only way is to hack your own brain".
