Possessed

I've figured out the mystery of my life. I am controlled by the weather.

On hot days, like today, where I am sitting in a puddle of my own sweat, I feel like squishing ants with tennis balls and doing nothing else but space-out and drink ice-cold Perrier. I don't like anyone. On cool days, I am agreeable and feel like buying things and eating everything in sight (does that explain Tokyo to you Opus?).

I can't even begin to explain how crabby I am feeling now.

Last week was remarkable, however, where exercise is concerned. I ran on Tuesday at the gym (3k), Wednesday at the beach (about 5k) and swam on Thursday as part of on-going droid training (6 laps - I'm ready for Amazing Race!). How is it then, that I don't feel fitter at all? Right now, my throat feels funny and I want to lie down and have a nap.

In any case, this week looks like a washout for exercise already....