I guess I should start taking care of myself again; or rather: taking care of my body. You know, basic stuff like: giving it enough time to rest and sleep; feeding it on a regular basis instead of almost starving it to death and then filling it with so much and so heavy food that it wants to puke everything out again; cutting back on the cigarettes and alcohol; maybe even a little exercise while I'm at it.
Nothing big, just simple things that might actually make me feel a little healthier. Nothing like fitness-mania, body-cult or whatever else Madonna thinks she's doing; just sort of being kind to my body. After all, it's the only one I have and am stuck with. Pals forever, so to speak, for better or worse, and until death do us part. So I guess it's entitled to a little care, that is, a little more than I'm doing for it these days, which basically resumes to giving it enough (some might say: unlikely amounts of) water and an occasional self-induced orgasm.
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