Summer nights

The workouts have been consistent, the reading sporadic though tainted with sudden energy eruptions, the food dates come and go, and this is my summer. I guess you could call it fun; I don't have many worries. I keep myself busy with errands: running to the cleaners, picking out bed sheets, getting an oil change, and periodically checking the mail. I feel semi-productive. I'm utlizing my body through exercise; I go to the Y every other day. I've yet to skip a workout for about a month now. I ate Lebanese food last week with Carlos and Crystal on Westpark and Hillcroft. I forgot the name, but not the food. It was awesome... I'm bored.