The ups and downs of my gentle stomach

I woke up this morning at a bright and early eight o'clock.  I truly wish it were easier for me to get up early, at least I wish I could get out of bed and have a few precious hours to do very little at all and then face the day around 10.  And this morning it wasn't very bright either, the pitch black of the bedroom and the cold marble floor made it all too tempting to remain encased the warmness of the comforter.  But of course, I have class at nine and I don't miss class.  Ever. Unless I'm puking my guts out or am otherwise about to perish.  So the next thing I realize, after being struck by how sleepy I am, is that I am hungry. Hungry hungry.  And sore. So now I remember what my butt feels like.  

Yesterday before dinner, I was possessed by my more athletic overachieving self to participate in an exciting workout known as doom loops.  Doom you say, yes, I said Bring it on. After a lap around Alba, Chris and Adam and I did great numbers of fairly ridiculous exercises.  It felt really great at the time and I suppose feeling like I've done something is good.  Yet, I'm finding myself at that point where I simply refuse to commit to making this a regular activity as much as I would like to be a marathon runner.  And I don't think I'm being too irrational when I am figuring that their legs are at least a foot longer than mine.  

Right now though, I'm feeling a bit sick after eating lunch.  I was so hungry all morning.  I watched everyone eat chocolate croissants and leave for coffee and then I ate a lot at lunch.  Yuck.  Despite the inevitability of a test in Italian this afternoon, I am going to head back to my place and take a short nap.  Maybe I'll study there.  Yes, conjugating verbs and combining prepositions and articles in bed.  This sounds very good.  Almost as good as a chocolate chip cookie.  Which doesn't really sounds so good right now.  Tums, anyone??