Morning begins lazily. It is 0935 am and my roommate is fast asleep. (The effect of clouds in the wake of the thunderstorm last night, which scared the university town while it titillated me- Did I mention that storms turned me on?).
As I stretch my body in various postures (but not yoga), I see my roommate's prone hip rustling under the comforter (Must be dreaming). I smile ( Imagining).
I laze out from going for my post-wake-up-pre-breakfast workout (My roommate had noticed for the first time my bulging temporal veins last night and had commented that I was losing a lot of weight- I had just returned straight from a non-stop 2-mile run; Amidst trying to justify his inability to wake up this morning to reach the lab on time, he said with the sincere tone of an expert, almost admonishingly like a caring parent; "You should never run on empty stomach, but also don't eat a heavy breakfast prior." He resisted citing a study. "But, I had a pizza last night!" "That was 8 hours ago."; And my glutei ached a little from last week's workouts.)
I eat a large bowl of cereal and coffee (in 1/2% milk) and a patty with spicy chavana. (I might just check my emails while the food passes out of my stomach before the work out. In that way I won't hurt my stomach and utilize time appropriately).
T, the sweetest friend I have, has sent me an email. I smile (She was sorry that she could not return my call last night and was worried if I could reach home from work without getting wet. I had called her to share my excitement at the storm), and respond (She more than deserved a smile, duh).
Fifteen minutes with no more emails (That is not enough for sufficient food to pass out of the stomach), I turn myself on with some eye candy (Enough sperm would have collected since the last time, so I would rather help it out, than depend on my dreams; I was anyways going to take a bath after that).
I take a quick bath, grab my lunch and rush to the bus-stop (I was getting late and I will have a workout at night- according to experts, twenty four hours should pass before the next work-out).
I reach my office and I check my gmail account and guess what! Someone actually read my blog! (No reasons here!) Thanks anonymous.
As I stretch my body in various postures (but not yoga), I see my roommate's prone hip rustling under the comforter (Must be dreaming). I smile ( Imagining).
I laze out from going for my post-wake-up-pre-breakfast workout (My roommate had noticed for the first time my bulging temporal veins last night and had commented that I was losing a lot of weight- I had just returned straight from a non-stop 2-mile run; Amidst trying to justify his inability to wake up this morning to reach the lab on time, he said with the sincere tone of an expert, almost admonishingly like a caring parent; "You should never run on empty stomach, but also don't eat a heavy breakfast prior." He resisted citing a study. "But, I had a pizza last night!" "That was 8 hours ago."; And my glutei ached a little from last week's workouts.)
I eat a large bowl of cereal and coffee (in 1/2% milk) and a patty with spicy chavana. (I might just check my emails while the food passes out of my stomach before the work out. In that way I won't hurt my stomach and utilize time appropriately).
T, the sweetest friend I have, has sent me an email. I smile (She was sorry that she could not return my call last night and was worried if I could reach home from work without getting wet. I had called her to share my excitement at the storm), and respond (She more than deserved a smile, duh).
Fifteen minutes with no more emails (That is not enough for sufficient food to pass out of the stomach), I turn myself on with some eye candy (Enough sperm would have collected since the last time, so I would rather help it out, than depend on my dreams; I was anyways going to take a bath after that).
I take a quick bath, grab my lunch and rush to the bus-stop (I was getting late and I will have a workout at night- according to experts, twenty four hours should pass before the next work-out).
I reach my office and I check my gmail account and guess what! Someone actually read my blog! (No reasons here!) Thanks anonymous.
