Man. I have a Friday morning 9am meeting EVERY WEEK and EVERY WEEK it sneaks up on me. Very annoying.

I actually got up and went to the gym this morning. I didn’t *want* to and I almost *didn’t*, because the alarm went off at 6 and I thought: I’ll get up when the snooze goes off. But then the snooze didn’t go off, and I woke up at 6:26 and said, “Crap.” And got up and went to the gym, because I don’t get to have the new Rogue bust until I’ve gymmed 9 times in a row (in a row meaning Sunday, Wednesday and Friday, those being the 3 days a week my gym membership is for). So today was day two, and of course once I actually went I was glad I had (that’s SO annoying), aaaaaaand. What else?

I biked 13.5 miles last night, saw 3 moose and was totally uninspired by the whole ride. Very sad. It was cold out. Tonight I’ll wear more clothes.

Um. That’s it, for now. Although my 9am meeting is at least entertaining right now, ’cause they’re trying to get Vincent called in and the rest of us are horsing around. :)