The second moon of summer
Mr. Costanza. ..your legs have sustained extensive trauma. Apparently your body was in the state of advanced atrophy, due to a period of extreme inactivity.
But with a lot of hard work and a little bit of luck, I think there’s a good chance you may, one day, walk again.
Ah, such high hopes for the summer. Read a book! Frolf! Spend some time getting to know Amanda Peet! And what do I have to show for it? A big bucket of meh. An advanced atrophy indeed. While I’ve taken a huge step toward finally addressing my weight, with the help of a friend, I’ve done little in the way of visiting the gym. I’ve gone once, in fact. I got so dizzy, I fell off the treadmill. Yowza!
On the plus-side, a project has crept up upon me in the last ten days or so which could make this truly a summer to remember. Or at least one to look back upon and say “wow, that’s the summer this happened.” It’s required rehearsals, rewrites, and talking to myself in the shower. Now I talk to myself in the shower lots, but never aloud. If I pull this off, I’ll be the happiest kid in town. If I don’t, I’ll go down knowing I took my absolute best shot. What is this project, you ask? It will be revealed soon enough.
I have this bad habit of sitting and watching time run out without actually doing anything about it. In my head, it’s already October. But there’s still county fairs and a state fair to attend. My freaking 20 year reunion is coming up too! Why on earth would I want to sit around and wait for the sun to disappear and the leaves to begin falling? The summer is too short for that. So it’s back to it. With renewed resolve. By gosh, I’m gonna have a story to tell you before this is all over. I promise.
