Ventripotence machine

Monday brought the promise of more freelance work later this week, quick chat with Keith. Feel stressed, by the pressing stuff of my own. Continued to buff up the the first draft of new poem I wrote on Friday. It's about reading.

Off to the gym. More energy after yesterday's idleness. Listened to more of my history of English podcasts as I trundled and lifted weights for bird-boned waifs. I rediscovered the machine, which they had put in a different place, that does the big muscle in your stomach and did that more persistently due to my ongoing battle with ventripotence.