My wrist and my heel hurt. They both hurt for two very different reasons. I didn’t want to get up this morning, I was up at 5 am and was cranky, I knew it, but God bless Amanda for putting up with me. I slept on my left hand and it’s been hurting for some time, but it’s not just hurting because I slept on it. The reason why it hurts is because I’ve been forcing myself to be a professional blogger for the last 4 years now. I didn’t start making money until I was in my second year in college and blogging started to become a lucrative business of sorts. Since then I’ve been pounding the digital pavement with all sorts of content, writing, comments, schemes, plans and more, and my left wrist has taken the most damage. It’s mainly due to the fact that my hands have rested on the aluminum frame of a laptop for much of the scribing. It’s unfortunately the only way I knew or know how to do it. I take that back, already I’m dumbfounded by my lapse of memory. In 2007, I bought a gaming keyboard because I was not only playing a lot of Unreal Tournament 2004, I was also writing up a storm as a side project and my keyboard wasn’t working correctly. I remember those days as being salad days, working at Snowboard Connection, a dream job. My youth and my marriage in tact as dreams that were coming true, something out of a book, a movie, beautiful and untouched. That was before they raised the rent, and my frustrations with work became a powder keg that would explode several years later in Moscow, Idaho. I don’t know if I have said it before, but I want to extend a fat middle finger to all residents of Moscow, Idaho, especially for those that worked at Starbucks and didn’t tell me what was going on, because you knew and I didn’t, fuck you.

My heel hurts. The reason why it hurts is because I’ve been hitting the gym a lot more. I was running for a while, and now I tend to walk on the treadmills a lot more. My goal is to start running in Koreatown, every morning. However, that is going to change because my goal and the goal of my little cat (Pearl) and my girlfriend is to move to the beach. It’s not going to be the glamorous beach of Santa Monica, but rather Long Beach, hopefully right in a spot where the crime isn’t so bad. Then my goal is to run on the beach every morning, or every other morning. That will make my heel hurt less, that’s for sure.

I wanted to write this as an exercise, as I listened to several pieces of music. My wrist and heel hurt and that’s not going to change soon, but that’s ok. I’m glad to be where I am. I’m an awesome person, full of ideas, and keep on writing.