The View from Above

Ever since I have remembered there’s a transport component under my “thinking meat” (thanks, Giggerota!), I’ve been working on getting myself in better shape. Translation: I’ve been losing a little weight and becoming more fit. It’s a bit of work, but my life is so empty that I don’t really miss the hours of sitting around contemplating the bleak realities of existence. Now, I sweat! Which, of course, has me paranoid that perhaps my house will start to smell like a gymnasium. Nobody’s said anything yet, though. And honestly, I am glad about doing this for myself: even if life isn’t always a gas, it sure beats the hell out of decomposing. Besides, now when I look down, I can see my junk! Hi, penis! I see you!