Thuy’s instruction: Be less gay.

OK, so I talked to more women than men at the gym. Of course, I had to say hello to the guys I usually see, and now that I think of it I also talked to the guy who is overly exuberant in the locker room. So perhaps I didn’t follow Thuy’s instructions correctly. I did, however, find more money on the floor in the gym. It was a 20 cent Euro piece, for whatever good that does me.

(The women I talked to hardly count. One was the woman at the desk who is super friendly and also probably 21. Another was a Harvard grad who was wearing a Harvard shirt and I just asked her if she attended the university. Another was there with her pot-bellied boyfriend and I just reminded her not to forget her iPod. Another was my neighbor Stephanie. And finally, one went to Andover Academy, a school for people who sneeze more money than I’ve seen in my life. And that counts the educational film I saw on the US Mint.)

My torturer, er, trainer called in sick, so I was on my own to torture myself. I think I did a fair job.

I should not be drinking in the evenings.

Not just the 2 small beers I had, but also the many glasses of water. I woke up at 3AM and had to go to the bathroom. It work me from a weird dream about being in Japan and taking a bus to points unknown when I was trying to get to the electronics shopping district. Funny thing is that all the people on the bus were speaking English.

When I was in Japan, I used to have dreams about going to Powell’s book store. Now that I’m back, I don’t go that often. In fact, I think I had the dreams more often than I go there. Until the office moved, I walked by it every day on the way home, but now I have other methods of getting books written in English.