Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it, paying for two torture sessions a week. I enjoy it for a few reasons. I actually look forward to going to the gym because my life is rather dull (and the women are better looking than at work.) I feel better after working out (probably from a lack of oxygen to my brain). And I can tell when I’m doing something because I’m sore the next day.

There was something else I was going to mention but I can’t remember what it was. One of the cuter women at the gym had this odd tattoo on her shoulder. One of the trainers asked her about it so I figured it was fair for me to ask what it was. Turns out it was just a ballpoint pen drawing of her husband’s name. I personally thought it was the outline of a marshmallow Peep. (Yeah, you see, that’s my excitement for the day. Looking at a fake ballpoint pen tattoo of a dude’s name that I thought was weird Easter candy.)