Got precious little done today, but little is better than normal, if you consider I've hardly emerged from beneath my sheets in the last week. I've started on a new book- reading, not writing- and its pastoral setting has had a settling effect on me, which is great, given how disagreeable I've been. Yes, I can be a cantankerous old grouch even from my bed and behind a locked door. Today I got out of bed and to the gym, and blimey, I had the kind of workout I wish I could have every time I step into the damn place. Key difference: instead of hopping from one machine to another, hence one set of muscles to another, I just did bicep curls for a solid hour. Amazing, the different ways man has come up with for a person to flex his arms... Nothing makes a man feel more like a man than having rocks for arms. Now I can retire to bed feeling better about myself. Tomorrow I shall work on my shoulders. Nothing makes a man feel... anyway, as God is my witness, as soon as I lose the 30 pounds I need to, I will never allow myself to get fat again. Me want to look like porn star. With many degrees from overseas. Yeah, smart porn star. Awesome. I think I just became stupid.