Having to walk up those fifteen steps after going out is something akin to torture. As with last time, as soon as I came down off the adrenaline high I realized what a stupid idiotic thing I'd done, although I don't think it's as bad as last Thursday's effort. Seems that what I need is a way to tell how bad I am without lying down for half an hour to test. Either that, or I have to get used to giving myself space to lie down more often, and stick to what I've planned, instead of just deciding on the spur of the moment to do stuff. It seems to be the spur of the moment stuff that's hurting me, but then it's sooooo hard to stop doing things when you haven't done them for a long time, and you don't feel bad at that particular point because your system is awash with adrenaline.
Life goes on.
Today's Accomplishments - Yeah. It finally occurred to my addled and over used brain that I have bread in the freezer now, and there's a toaster here and making toast would be a rather low-energy way to get food, so I have had toast for breakfast and lunch. One of the people I met there was Davey. His is Sisyphus Chronicles and has been going a little over two months. Maybe it'll spur me on to improving my writing, though, you never know.