tired drivel

In an effort to live in spite of my fears, I'm going to move past the inadequacy I feel about my writing and lack of creativity and continue to write my short and barely informative blips about my mundane daily life.

I shouldn't really give a shit that I don't have some kind of cult like following, because the truth is that I'm doing this so that there can be some record of my life for posterity. I'm not much about pictures but words are like scents that send vivid images smashing through your skull. I want to remember what I currently feel are the most uninteresting moments I have ever lived. I get the feeling that they'll seem way more interesting in a couple of years than they do now.

That said, I'm too tired to do actual post, so I'll just go to bed. I gotta get up and go burn another 800kcals at the gym in about 6 hours. Maybe I won't look like a fat fuck this time next year.

As a parting note, I have to say that I'm inspired and completely in awe (not to mention totally jealous) of my friend, Kulu. She'll be remembered as one the most prolific Nigerian writers of my generation. Trust. I don't lightly toss around compliments.