I confess, mostly I just wanted to write a post with that title.

See, George Clinton once said something like "Prune juice cleans the shit out of your ass; funk clears it out of your head."

Today, I dragged my lazy ass to the gym for a little stationary biking. I thought of a million-kazillion reasons why I shouldn't go - other 'important' stuff I should do, didn't want to wrack myself with fatigue so early in the week, the sun was in my eyes, like that - but I still went.

And I biked.

And I finished.

And I felt weirdly good. All of the stupid little things I'd been kicking myself over in the morning had floated away like dandelion seeds on the wind.

And I marvelled at how - after I had put so much time and energy into dreading it - the exercise took so little effort and has made my outlook so much rosier.

So I guess what I'm saying is that while prune juice might get the shit out of my ass, exercise is getting it out of my head - like funk.