On skipping

I did not train today. Jesus woke me up at five o'clock in the morning and said: "Get up, nigga. Up!" But I just waved him away. I saw him staring at me out of the corner of my eye, starting at me, but I didn't care. I needed to sleep. I've begun feeling sick -- likely the product of too much booze, cigars and shitty food. I almost got into a fight in a casino and I didn't have the heart for it. Normally a fight jazzes me, buit let this one feeling flaccid and uninterested. So I'm getting a little sick so I did my jobs and then I came home and vegged out. I tried to eat a little better. Jesus is pissed at me though. We were supposed to fucking train today.