Working out protects me from myself

So I've been back here in Texas, working, working and working. I got back Tuesday night(supposed to be back tuesday at 5:49, really got back 9:30.....FUCK United Airways). I have been slacking on my working for a while since I've been back working in the mill doing all these crazy hours and shit. I would do a little something but nothing that would make me have to really work at or make me release the inner (beastlike) me. I stopped working out cause I was feeling kinda sorry for myself and felt kinda lazy. Work was bringing me down and I was getting all pissy and stuff about alot of things.

I started back working out thursday morning. I'm a big dude and I'm tired of being so big and bulky so I'm not lifting weights anymore for a while and I'm just gonna do cardio and this thing we call "card game". I go through a deck of cards, each card has a corresponding excercise to do. Takes me 35-40 minutes to go through but it is tough as hell.

What I'm trying to get at is that I feel tons better when I'm working out. Keeps me from bing mad...keeps me from being sad....keeps me from wanting to mush everyone's fucking face. That is probably why I have been on here ranting much these past few days. thank God for excercise....and everything else too.

The BULLY