I started working out again after a long layoff, which made me think I should do some a few other things again that I haven't being doing - like writing blog posts. As I've mentioned before, the reason I haven't been blogging is because I'm trying to focus on finally writing my book, and I don't wanna post stuff from my book on the internet for free, although here are a couple lines from today's work:

"I sometimes wonder if I am past my prime. Which is kind of depressing to consider. Actually, I'm not certain I ever even had a prime. I did have a 'pre-prime'. I was definitely primed to prime. And evidently I'm in the midst of a post-prime. But when was the actual prime? Isn't that the part where the world is your oyster? Not now. Now, I'm required to EAT oysters to function properly in the bedroom. For me, this gives the term 'sub-prime disaster' a whole different meaning. One I like even less than the original meaning."

Those were freebies. You can read the rest of them in my book, which WILL NEVER BE DONE. I don't know why writing a book is so hard, except that I'm writing true stories and observations from my life, which for some reason are far more difficult for me to write than made-up crap. Maybe because I have to figure out a way to make my life seem more interesting than it actually is.

Today, for example, all I've done is play records and make fart jokes on the radio, go to the gym, and try to think of funny stuff to write for Twitter. And get a mani/pedi (not true). And wave to the mailman, who did not wave back (true).

I'm not sure what the mailman's problem is but he really needs to lose the attitude, especially now when people are so angry at the government. I don't think this is a situation where he's going to "go postal" on anybody or anything. I just think maybe he's having a bad day. Or else he didn't see when I waved to him. Which is more likely because I was inside my house atthe time, and he was outside in his mail truck. Even so, would it have killed him to throw a little wave in my direction on the off-chance that I was standing naked in my living room looking out the window after checking to see if my 5-minute workout had made any difference in my body?

Anyway, back to work. Stupid book.