Dreams, oh dreams. It's scary when it gets into my life, affecting my mood and my train of thoughts (if I even have a long one). The way my mind works is really weird... I don't understand myself either. & it's really sad when I'd rather spent more time in my own little creative (yet calamitous) world than actually paying attention to my surroundings. It's like murdering most of my chances of becoming a happy-go-lucky person. Tsk, tragic.
I went to hit the gym today, first attempt since my disgraceful fall. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... so I managed to shed some calories on the cardio machines. I got my punishment for using my wound as an excuse for not working out though, I felt so much less fit than before. I wasn't able to sustain myself as long as I used to. Strangely enough, except the cycling machine. It's like my new best (calorie-burning-mechanic) friend! It didn't let me down even though I neglected it for a while. Gna embrace it once more soon enough! :D
My blood pressure is really worrying me as well... I found out that it's rather low for a teenager. I got it measured during Biology practical today (awesome eh?) and found out what the figures actually meant. I didn't really bother to ask the family doctor what the numbers behind the strokes mean because he didn't point it out... or maybe he did but he didn't stress it enough. I think he did mention about me having a low blood pressure, and told me not to worry too much about it. Hmm, he's an old fellow. Should I trust him? :/
Oh yes, trust. Trust, oh trust. :)