I seriously need to do some more abs workouts. The gym keeps getting filled with odd people. Why do people need to be naked to stand on the scale? Gym clothes can’t add that much to your weight. And standing on the scale while you’re all sweaty and hairy is pretty disgusting. Megan was complaining about people who don’t wear underwear with their gym shorts (and I don’t ’cause there’s a liner in there already) but today there was some freaky guy wearing spandex underwear who wore bright-green Robin shorts into the shower.

I suppose that’s enough talk about the locker room. But it was Friday night at the gym and fairly uneventful.

There were some flakes mixed in with the rain on my way to work today, but nothing that stuck. The trip home was slow and filled with accidents because of heavy rain rather than anything novel.

So I’m headed towards another dull weekend. Dull because my project at megacorp is to untangle this mess of software and get it all into a format digestible by our database. Thanks to the author of the software, the untangling is taking a lot more effort than I wanted to put into it. Basically that means a lot of tedious work over the weekend. I suppose that’s why they pay me money to do this job.