Streeeeeetch it out

I've set an alarm for 7am every morning with the note "STRETCH!" as part of my newly started effort to attempt to get into shape. Notice how I've already written an out into that statement.

But it gets me out of bed and a bit more active, and one step closer to not having physical therapists gawk in amazement at the tightness of my hamstrings. Maybe it will help with the pain associated with standing for long periods of time/sitting for long periods of time.

Anyway, it gets me to fold up my futon in the morning, which gives me more floorspace, and it also puts me a lot closer to my actual floor, reminding me how dirty it gets, prompting me to vacuum a little more. And my clothes, which are normally scattered all over, are now interfering with my stretching, and have been moved to the closet, where they belong. And now that I don't have a futon to toss my shit on, my jacket etc goes in the closet where it belongs as well.

Hmm. Disturbing. I'll have to compensate through other vices.