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Archive for February 8, 2006
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February 8, 2006 by j.
Have been sick. Not obvious-lookatme-”share the love” sick, but more of a … quiet suffering/inexplicable and sourceless pain/yearning for death sick. So, my boss must think I’m full of excuses. Strange things happen when I’m sick… I can’t get enough trail mix. I eat it 3 meals a day. Diet coke tastes like seawater. I also woke up yesterday and found that my socks (I sleep with socks when it’s cold out) had detached themselves from my feet and found their way up to my head. Great.
I’m thinking about joining a gym. There’s one in my building that’s fairly well stocked, but it’s still a relatively small room. And if a hot guy is running on one of the three treadmills, well that’s a scary thing. Nobody wants to be a grunting sweaty mess in front of a hot guy. I mean.. woops.
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