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I just got back from Charleston yesterday evening. South Carolina was nice. We had several beach days, so I'm not as pasty as I normally am, and overall it was a pretty nice time. Now that I'm back, though, I have to get back to working out and not being a major fatty. Right now, I'm stalling, because I told myself I'd do the bike for an hour today but all I want to do is lay around and read "Firefly Lane," which isn't even that good. I only started reading out of boredom one day when I saw it sitting on a table on vacation, and then all of the sudden I was a hundred pages into it and now I have to finish it. Its kinda sappy and sickeningly chick-lit, but I have noting better to do at the moment and I've become absorbed into the story, so I kind of can't help myself. I imagine this is what reading must be like "Twilight" is like; you know its garbage, but you can't help yourself.
I'm gonna go see how out of shape I am after a week of stuffing my face with chips and fudge.
I'm gonna go see how out of shape I am after a week of stuffing my face with chips and fudge.