In Which I Stop Being Gross

My roommate and I joined a gym today and I have my first meeting with a trainer on Wednesday. I'm scared as hell because I'm in terrible shape (I ran a mile and a half last year and almost died). This is sad, because I used to have pretty good stamina. Sigh. But hopefully I'll stick with it (it'd be awfully expensive not to) and will go from this:

To this:OK, that's probably not going to happen.

But, wish me luck.

Things We Found In The Fire

I set my apartment on fire tonight. Too many dry cigarettes in the ashtray. Ominous, celestial sign that I need to quit? Yes. I think so.

How To Cure The Sunday Blues

Though, I guess it's technically Monday, I'm still awake and I still have to work in the morning and, you know, that's never fun. So in hopes of staving off my (and your) malaise, here's one thing that makes me happy. A lovely, poignant song called "Eduardo", written by a good friend, performed by a blond girl in Michigan. Enjoy.

Please Help Me

Sweet mother of Joseph, I cannot stop watching Home Improvement. Nick At Nite just started airing back to back to back to back to back episodes of the damn show... And I'm dying. I need a life.