28/02/2011. Day 3.

Did little. Could study RAID by an unsatisfatory amount of time (2 hours only), mainly because I got into the productivity loop late as fuck (around 15h). Then I had to go buy some groceries 'cause mom was sick. She's getting better though.

Then I did a shitton pushups and went off to run. And man did I run well. My cardio is getting pretty impressive, I'm approaching top shape ever in two weeks or so probably. I still wanna do the beach run (10km) as If I was running from the cops. I can do it already, but it would take an hour and something. That will take some time. A hard goal, but what else is new.

I'm also taking care of my eating and I'm getting thiner everyday. Its not as fast as it sounds, but I'm gonna be as thin as I ever was since I started training in a month maybe. And I'm eating a lot. And getting thinner. Hell yeah.

My strenght training is not going as well as I planned though. Maybe because I have no weights, I have to do calisthenics for everything. Maybe. Maybe not. Either way thats not an excuse, tomorrow is burpee day and I intend on trying to kill myself doing them. I'll try to train harder next time, specially my back, and I'll find a way to make pushups get hard.

For my displeasure, I had to spend more time on the graphics card today again. I tried to ressurrect the factory fan with some grafitti lube. No luck, it still vibrates and sounds like, well, broken. I went back to the old setup and changed the way the fans were positioned and managed to make the card almost from 5 to 10 degrees cooler. I bought five more fans from MercadoLivre today. This shit will go off flying, but it will go off flying off cool. I can't let that card fry, gaming is my last resort on trying to keep and regain sanity.

The clock is set to go off at 8am. WELL FUCK YEAH. I can feel tomorrow being awesome already.

Now if you excuse me I'll go game a bit, read, and try to sleep.

27/02/2011. Day 2.

oSpent all day putting together a fan for my graphics card, the factory one died.

Those problems with an absurd sense of urgency that eat up your whole day are terrible.

Its like I just woke up but only got 3 hours to do whatever it is I wanna do.

Meh.
Tomorrow will be a better day.

26/02/2011. Day 1.

I decided to start a jornal. A diary of sorts, to keep my memories written down somewhere as I find myself forgetting more than I would like. All the years I lived back in the past are each passing day more distant and more vague. Then, for future record perhaps, I decided that I would be worthwhile to write everyday -- as to not forget what the days once were like -- be it for me or for whoever might be interested. Speaking of whoever, I'm making this public as opposed to a physical piece of paper. Time will tell if that's a good move. Actually, time will tell if this is worth of itself.

Maybe all this will not let me forget, which is valuable. I'm very sure I'm going to end up very far from where I am right now with a very different environment. I can't let myself forget this one.

I have much to say, but I think this is enough for the first day. Tomorrow I will write more.