Day Twenty Five - Poison of Choice...

Most of us get by on a variety of stimulants through the day, be they coffee, chocolate, proplus, or just plain old fashioned adrenaline.  I don't know many writers that haven't at some point practised some sort of physical art or sport.  By the very definition of what we do, we're sedentary creatures, but I find that if I don't train at least once a week, everything starts to get painful.  By that I mean that I don't walk around in pain, but I do feel the muscles start to atrophy, and that's not a good thing.  

Case in point today, worked out last on monday and survived most of the day on Coffee, which certainly has not helped, now more awake than I want to be and certainly more weary than I want to be.  There's a direct correlation between how much sleep you get and how productive you can be in the day that follows, and that's a sod, because I never get enough sleep to be that productive, so I don't know how truly good I could be if I put that amount of time in...

One day perhaps...

Small update today and hopefully the rest to be caught up on tomorrow

This is John Dodd in the Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire and Goodnight England, Wherever you are...