When somebody calls me a "machine" it's literally my favorite compliment; I love the Terminator.

The truth though is opposite. Yesterday I did 100 sit-ups and than beat the shit out of my punching bag and all day today I regretted going all out on my right hook every-time. It’s nice though, to be achy all over because you forget how many muscles you actually have and how much more is in you than you think or feel. Your heart, you feel when somebody breaks it, but your smile you feel when somebody makes it. The human body is a beautiful thing, a machine at times. I am glad I worked it so hard yesterday to exhaust my anger and work my muscles but it was sore today and I hope it’s better healed tomorrow. Lately I have been sick too and I don’t know if it’s allergies or something else because I have never had allergies. My wisdom teeth are coming in and keep pinching the top right side of my mouth and it’s becoming hard to ignore, even with Advil. The only thing I know for sure is that some beautiful sunshine could fix me up good right about now. I’m broken in so many places, mentally and physically and maybe I need to heal the way Superman does, under the beaming ray of sunshine that made life in the first place.