Love ain't always a party.
My brain is completely fried. Work has been abso-fucking-lutely insane the past two weeks. When I wasn't stuck in some meeting, I was attempting to do the work of three people. That is if someone wasn't stopping by my desk to ask some inane question or to dump more work on my back. This is what I get for discovering mistakes that were made long before my time, I guess. My boss' boss was joking that my Native American name must be "Bearer of Bad News." Unfortunately, next week looks to be like more of the same.
Meanwhile, I've been working out at least every other day. Once a week, I work with a personal trainer. I've lost 4 lbs so far, which is fucking awesome. Well worth the money, I would say. Plus, every Monday I swim laps and it's just the best feeling. I was so proud of myself when I found out that I was still able to do the 200 meter butterfly. Oh and I can bench 75 lbs and leg press 210 lbs. Back in the day, I was able to do 125 and 300, respectively, so I'm getting there.
I still need to write up my review of the second half of my books from this year but I'd rather spend quality time with my Smallville DVDs. Sorry, kids, but the Luthors are currently crushing my heart in the palms of their well-manicured hands.
Meanwhile, I've been working out at least every other day. Once a week, I work with a personal trainer. I've lost 4 lbs so far, which is fucking awesome. Well worth the money, I would say. Plus, every Monday I swim laps and it's just the best feeling. I was so proud of myself when I found out that I was still able to do the 200 meter butterfly. Oh and I can bench 75 lbs and leg press 210 lbs. Back in the day, I was able to do 125 and 300, respectively, so I'm getting there.
I still need to write up my review of the second half of my books from this year but I'd rather spend quality time with my Smallville DVDs. Sorry, kids, but the Luthors are currently crushing my heart in the palms of their well-manicured hands.