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Ya, so I didnt get out again until today, Wednesday (technically Thursday) but Im calling it Wednesday b/c I woke up at 8 p.m. . Ironically, I attempted to get off the cycle of waking up at 8 p.m. by staying up all night on Monday (after waking up at 8 p.m.) and then ended up passing out on my couch about 6:30 p.m. while trying to watch the Lakers get p'wned by the Spurs. Ummm, ya so that resulted in my waking up at 2:30 a.m., and after being up for about 20 minutes I realize that Im still ridiculously tired, so I try crashing in my bed, but I dont fall asleep for an hour and change, and Im a little 'hungs so I get up and eat some cereal and watch some TV. Then about 6:30, Im still obscenely tired, so I go back to bed and dont fall asleep until after 8, then next thing I know I wake up at its 8 p.m. on Wednesday. P'Wnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnned! Sigh, maybe this is the next area of my unorthodox lifestyle Ill address, and then maybe not. Anyway, I went out tonight to walk/run at 3:45 a.m., and LA is still cold as balls. Seriously, it must be around 40-45 outside, but whatever gottagtterdunnnz. I felt alright for the most part, I think the 1st 5-6 times out is basically just to get my body at all acclimated to movement. My legs have been sore for the last 3 days from the last 30 minutes, 90% of which was just walking :). Swit. Im also on day 4 of not smoking, a novel thing Ive been toying with on and off for the last year. Around last November, I managed to not smoke a single cigarette for about 3 1/2 weeks, and only smoked when I went out drinking for the next few weeks, but eventually fell off the wagon. This time hasnt been as nasty the 1st few days, but the true test is always when I drink. Its impossible to explain to any non-smoker, but really its murder, almost none even worth drinking if you cant smoke, as psychotic as that sounds. Alright, thats it for now, 2 down 98 to go.