LONELY BLACK BOY

I'm struggling to get started with writing this, really. So, I will not overthink it, no. Done is better than perfect! Now, I will just be lazy and make a list. - - -  If it were not to be for the following two maladies of mine, I would exercise regularly. And I think, regularly enough to actually reach my weight goals without difficult diet rules that I hardly ever respect for more than a few days at a time. Knee Injury First, we have got that pesky knee injury that I sustained while running one fateful night in 2018. It has plagued me ever since and has turned me into a 1.5-legged man. This condition means that I haven't been able to run consistently since that accident. And by God, running was like my best friend for the last few years before I sustained that injury. The loss of my perfect knee is an absence that I still feel, even today. Perhaps, I should have listened to the guy in the Sunscreen Song and taken better care of my knee while I had it. Cholinergic Urticaria So

It is Sunday! On Friday, before getting out of bed, I rubbed one out to some short-length PornHub video. This was despite me having told myself that I would refrain from fapping to porn until my date which was due in a few days time. I failed myself. Moments after, while taking my morning shower, an exciting idea came to me. It was about doing yet another NoFap challenge. If you have been following this blog for any length, you might be aware of my obsession with the idea of NoFap. (Just Google NoFap if you have never heard about that) I get some self-righteous satisfaction from setting a goal of not jerking off for a fixed length of time and actually achieving it. In the past five years, I think I must have set a NoFap goal, at least five times. Most times, of course, I co-opt a friend or acquaintance, knowing that my own self-accountability is zilch. Sometimes, I've been successful, and rightly proud of myself. Other times, not so much. The "Fapping for Charity" idea Th