Right now, Right outside this office, is a young woman who looks just like Meghan Maloney, and it would appear that she's learning to skateboard, which is like totally a Meghan activity.

But it's not M.

Infatuation, thy name is the girl @ the Gym who caught my eye last night.

This! takes the Cake, Brass Ring, and the whole friggin Wooden Horse.


yuch or wow. Only time will tell.


S

Do I really have something of value to add today?

If I did, would you even want to read it?

Even then, would it be poetic and satisfying enough for me to let it out into the world?

hmmmm......

so I joined the Gym a little over a week ago.... and while I DO feel somewhat better... well I don't feel as much better as I'd hoped.... now before you start telling me about the long process from sloth to health stud..... feeling better by my (current) definition involves getting to that point during a workout where you feel like you're going to die. And then stopping and feeling the endorphins for many hours afterwards....

I must not be pushing myself hard enough.


S