A new perspective

I guess I'm getting into the groove of this bloggin thing because i'm entirely ready to move into a fantasy world and leave this real lief stuff far behind. Who really wants to read the same drivel about how good or bad a workout went, how many hours a real person spent doing something or somewhat? Its just time to stop it and get down to the work of fabricating the personality my superego keeps on trying to impose on me.

I used to have these dreams or rather, I used to be unable to get to sleep because every time I closed my eyes I'd experience a titanic struggle between my id and superego, finding myself rocking back and forth between imagery of extreme fatness or extreme thinness. One second I'd visualize this person expanding and expanding, the next shrinking and shrinking, and unable to get to sleep the entire time, for hours on hours, as I tried to get my brain to normalize and see figures as normal.

I figure it was a simply due to the dark time in my life, one of uncertainty where pink elephants were no longer joyous, and Santa Claus lost weight. Luckily that time is past, I've moved on to greener fields, with a wonderful girlfriend, a beautiful puppy, and some strangely endearing desire to always be finding something new and interesting to do or push myself at.

Ah why not, just keep running