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I have decided that since my new job involves a lot of sitting about on my ass that I should start being a little more energetic. With said decision made I realised yesterday that if I clear all the stuff in my living room to one side I have enough room to practise breakdancing which is one of my favourite ways of getting fit as well as a great way to hurt myself.

Side note: I was amazed to discover just how many breakdancing moves are possible with a cigarette in hand. This may make all thoughts of fitness null but its great being jazzy with a tab.

Anyway, it's been a long time since I did any dancing I had to spend so much time reading philosophy (it may be possible to smoke and breakdance but it is definately impossible to read 'Being and Time' whilst attempting to spin on one's back). Needless to say I am not quite so bendy anymore and after a bit of tossing myself about I bent my back in the wrong way and now it fucking hurts. This is why I abstain from all such activities in public, not only do I look like an idiot but after a few drinks I lose all sense of pain and tend to wake up the next morning feeling very sore.

Unfortunately my current penchent for fitness does not extend to diet and I intend to maintain my staple diet of coke and Mayfair lights (until the money diminishes to the point of smoking Drum again).

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