So i was feeling the sunday blues-confused not really knowing what to do. Ran out of 23 gauges,been 7 days since-feeling aggression,and intense mental rages. Turning da pages on this shitty day,so popped some caffiene,and 40 mgs of china d-bols,and now i;m on my way. Arrive at the gym parking lot,listening to heavy-metal-while da caffiene,and d-bols settle thru by bloodstream-on deck 50 sets of barbell presses,that for the time being seems like a long dream. Now i am stepping out the car,parked about half a mile from the gym,not to close,not to far. No time to waste once i enter those doors,cuz my mental notes are written in bloody ink,it is now time for war. 1 through 50 sets are now done-follwed by some front,and side shoulder dumbell raises-ending with killer shrugs-my eyes are bloodshot red,and sweat pouring down my face-just went from feeling like shit to iron thug. So my bro;s and sister;s it;s now time to eat my dog-bowl full of chicken-and rice-and remember feeling like shit can be molded into a pile of nice clay--don;t let your aches,and pains steer you away from what can be a productive day..:) peace love you all..