the derailing of an excercise wannabe

it's 9.33pm, sunday night. i should be in the middle of an hour work out. sweating out calories and defining leg muscles to a 300 resolution. yet, i am cruising the internet, looking for akeeish things. i am beginning to suspect that i am in big trouble.
my thoughts will not submit to the confinements of business plans and employment resumes. instead, they throw on bathers, parade in bikinis and laugh their way to the seas edge. paddling out, without the slightest hint of hesitation, past the safety of the shore, to depths that cannot be measured by mortal scales.

and there, in the deep, wide blue, a fin emerges, silently cutting its way towards the unprotected thoughts, with an elmo doll strapped to it.

i like sushi as much as the next person, but this is ridiculous.
i'm covered in akee crumbs.

akeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!