I figure it can’t possibly be the stress from going to work each day and having someone else tell me I’m getting laid off. Or is it layed off? I never could get that straight, and for some reason I don’t really care. In any case, my back still hurts. It hurts more today than it did after helping my neighbor move. Dave says my hamstrings and back are really tight and I should see both a chiropractor and a massage therapist. In any case, the only thing that gets me out of the bleak mood I’m in after work and my even more pathetic non-dating is getting tired at the gym. Maybe I should get a job moving furniture or something. You know, something that puts that MIT degree to good use.

I was late to the gym because my mom and I played the Enterprise Rent-a-car shuffle. We waited for cars to arrive back to see if there was one small enough for my mom to drive. I’m not sure how they do their scheduling, but I think a lot of their rentals are for people who are getting their cars fixed and they aren’t sure when cars are coming back. They were really nice, though. Oh, and then Dave asked me to drive to the neighborhood with no parking and pick up his dinner on the way to the gym. Somehow he’d scheduled himself into a corner, putting all his clients into one day. This left him no time to eat between his trainer gig and his DJ gig. I just realized he owes me $6.50.