Another Saturday evening... or is it?

Almost without time to make my weekly log, I now prepare this writing in a rush. I had planned to go out tonight and seeing people pass by I feel the urge to do so, although I am not quite up to the job. I’ve been feeling a bit contrived lately but that feeling just melt away today after I put in my exercise routine. I immediately felt the difference, the impact of physical activity. I wondered and I thought to myself then (also, I imagined myself writing it) if maybe the great pessimists lacked exercise. To think of those dark philosophers writing their dire prognosis of life makes me question whether a more active lifestyle would have made a difference in their intake of life. I also thought of my dear Maria, whom I haven’t called in more than a week. I can’t cave in easily, she had said she’d give me a call if anything and I had said the same but since at the time I was the one calling, I thought it was just in order for her to call me this time around. I should stop this silly behavior. In fact, it’s not a tactical game per say, but the reality is that I’ve been a bit low on cash. Which is one of the reasons I doubt I will go out tonight. I know this hasn’t been an issue before. But I don’t feel right. Let’s see how things go. I will be off duty in a little while and I haven’t gone out in the city ever since my infamous fighting debut. My left hand hurt today when I lifted my 35pound dumbbell. As a matter of fact, it’s been a few months since I don’t use a 35pounder. I was up to a 45pound dumbbell until the accidental encounter of fists. Things can only pick up from this point. I will call my dear Maria given that she hasn’t forgotten me at all. Let’s hope not.
On other news, I did everything I had to concerning my computer and other house chores. I have done so many things in this little time it’s amazing I don’t feel like celebrating. Well, there’s still a lot to be done and after that vital load, perhaps some more. Then, maybe then, I will venture into the outdoors. I will go home and have a few Negra Modelo beers, listen to music, and smoke my existential intransigence away.