I didn't have my morning run, because I didn't sleep for shit last night. And, I blame Wolffried.
Well, actually, the fault lies with the Coca-Cola corporation and my love of their eponymous nectar of the gods. And don't anybody start in on how sodas are bad, terrible concoctions of sugar and fat and UNHEALTHY, UNCLEAN, BLAH BLAH BLAH and so on. I know. I don't particularly care. You can take my soda away when you pry it from my cold, dead hands, and THEN you can face my death curse(which is a nasty thing, to be sure, with noses and other, more important bits falling off left and right).
Anywho. Dinner was late, and I had the can of Coke with my meal. So, I had the caffeine in my system, and couldn't sleep. Well, that was part of the reason I couldn't sleep. The other part is, of course, all Wolffried's fault, and I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear me expound on why.

First I should explain to those who don't read the comments. Wolffried suggested a solution to my pushup problem would be to start with half pushups, on my knees. He then made a comment about 'hot jock on his knees'. And THAT'S why it was all his fault.
See, while lying awake last night, I was HORNY. I mean, abnormally so. I must have dozed off at some point, because I had a dream. There was this girl(and don't they always start like that?), readheaded, big tits, every hetero or bi male's dream, or at least mine. And, since some of you may have forgotten: I'm bi, leaning towards heterosexual; I find males physically attractive, but not for relationships. Rocky my Inner Jock, of course, could care less.
But back to the story. There was this girl. And there was me. And she was, apparently, my Mistress, at least by the end of the dream. To skip the foreplay details, she hypnotized me, and the dream did that weird dream time thing where it's suddenly several scenes later. She was there, smiling, and I was suddenly buff, really buff.
And, apparently, a male prostitute, with her as my pimp. She sold me to men for the night, I got down on my knees and, well. Do the math, folks. One of the men eventually asked some actual questions. From what I can remember, and like all dreams it's a bit fuzzy, this was the transcript:
Girl:He's all yours.
Man:What's your name?
Me:Rocky!
Man: And why are you called Rocky?
Me: Because I have rock-hard muscles, a rock-hard cock, and rocks for brains!

And so on and so forth. There was also a moment where I had to count using my fingers, and got confused around 11. Come to that, I think I might write this story down, post it up as a story somewhere...
Anyway. I woke up hard as a rock, horny as hell. I ended up turning the computer back on and spending 2 HOURS on CYOC looking at jock/muscle transformation stories. Admittedly, I slept pretty damned sound after I was finally finished.


So, in conclusion: Insomnia, horny, dream, MORE horny, slept in in the morning. Try again tomorrow. Hope you're happy, Wolffried, because I'm sending you the bill for the sleep meds[/sarcasm].
That's about it. Later bros!