Muscleyarm’s WebNog

Okay, so I couldn’t make my April 1st goal of No Internet.  I tend to have these extreme ideas, none of which I ever follow through with.  And you’d think this would make me feel ashamed on a concentrated level, but naw.

I don’t know when it happened, my inability to feel too shameful about the normal things.  Up until the age of 24, I was mortally embarrassed by all accidents and foibles in life.  Then one day I woke up and decided to purposely create embarrassing situations in order to desensitize myself…

I’m running off on a tangent, and I think it might be all lies.

Okay.  The point is, the internet is all well and good, although I began to trip out on the feeling that it was destroying my life.  I wasted so much time indoors, growing a beard, one hand glued to the keyboard and the other glued to a ham sandwich, that my mind began to go sour and my belly began to grow another roll.

So I stopped the internet for a week or two, I really can’t remember which.  During that time, I took daily two hour walks all over Minneapolis and occasionally Highland Park, St. Paul, but concentrating mostly on the more ghetto of areas.  At one point, I rescued a dog.  Which made me think:

There are no opportunities for heroics when one shuts themselves indoors all day.

And then Henry said:  Get a life Krissy