That's the sound of my best laid plans for getting back into shape
being deflated. Or rather, if you look at my ass, inflated.

Work took a turn for the worse. Much worse. And I have been absorbed
by it. I can't get away from it. Or stop thinking about it. Which
means that I am usally too freaked or stressed of pissed to exercise.

We will see, though. The weather is Hella better. If it keeps up,
maybe I will have nothing to do but get out in it.

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