Day Thirteen: Cleaning Day

6/24/13, 1:08 PM PDT

Sister's a bit sick, so she didn't go to school today. Which means that I didn't wake up early to run today. Bummer.

Ah well, I'll go run on the treadmill for an hour or so later today.

Anyway, while walking to the kitchen for breakfast, I tripped on my backpack and almost died. But, like most near death experiences, I had an epiphany from it. I realized that my room was a pigsty. A jungle of wires, dust bunnies, and technology. If I didn't clean it soon, eventually a coyote'll be able to hide in the mess of my room undetected. And I don't really feel like dying from a coyote any time soon, so I cleaned it up.

Holy crap did I clean it up. Organized all of the loose papers I had, cleaned up the side desk beside my computer so I could actually access the laptops to my left, organized the wiring below my computer desk and labeled all of them, vacuumed and dusted, cleaned my bed, and threw out all the garbage.

Suddenly, my room looks like it's made of chrome. It's beautiful.

Time to write.



Same day, 5:21 PM PDT

Went for a jog. Six mph pace for half an hour, then a five minute cooldown. Getting better, getting better. I still sweat ridiculously though. Gallons at a time, and that's hardly even exaggerating. And I'm not even tired, or at least tired enough to warrant that much perspiration.

I did some research on sweating and apparently more fit people sweat more because their bodies are more conditioned to intense workouts.

Doesn't explain why I sometimes sweat when I'm in conversations with girls I like. Maybe my body's conditioned to awkward situations? Yeah, sounds about right.

Note to self, use caulk to plug pores in the relative future.



Same day, 11:42 PM PDT

JESUS. Finished Season Six of Doctor Who. DAMN IT. Barely got any work done on my stories.

I can see why procrastination's so addicting to everyone. Just so little work, so easy. But holy crap, do I feel guilty about wasting another day of summer when I could've been productive.

Okay, new plan. I'll speed-write this story, then I'll catch up to Doctor Who as soon as possible so that I have literally nothing to do the rest of summer.

Good plan. Good plan.



RFotD: Hippo’s sweat is red. Scientists have found that the red pigment in the hippo’s sweat not only acts as a protection from the sun, but also helps kill the bacteria that grow on their exteriors.

SGAT: None yet.