My back is still not at 100% but Dave the Trainer convinced me to go back to the gym. Now I remember what happens when I go to the gym, I get home late, I eat late, and I stay up late. Ah, well. I also notice one of the trainers hasn’t been as nice lately, and so I figured she must have a new boyfriend. Well, I’m much more sure about that than of my gaydar.

The “You’re out of gas, dummy,” light came on in my car finally, at 465 miles. I put a bunch of gas records into Excel, and the 44MPG I got isn’t much better than my last Honda Civic VX. I think it averaged out to be somewhere in the high 30’s for mileage. Back then, gas was like $1.10/gallon, it cost around $10 to fill up my tank, and I still had a high-mileage car.