anagramofbrat | Isn't there a Febreze flavor called that?

So far I've only got one complaint about Planet Fitness, and that's the locker room. Particularly its olfactory effect. It smells like carpet and burnt plastic and all the asses that make up the population of a small country overlaid with the finest heirloom flower scents available from the flavor mills in New Jersey. To sum up, Floral Butt Surprise. Aside from that, I think I'm going to rather enjoy dragging myself off to the gym on a regular basis again. It's sort of a well timed decision - I actually stepped on the scale while I was there. Oy. Body by 7-11 indeed.

I went to work! And did work type things! And it was good! Never mind the bit where I somehow completely missed the exit for the Pike and ended up mired in Baystate construction in Springfield for half an hour trying to turn around... *ahem* Still getting used to Hanzo-san - I don't know if it's because he's lower to the ground, or old, or what but 60mph feels like I'm speeding. Except I know I'm not, because everyone else on the damn highway passes me. Grrrr. I'm sure that will resolve itself as we get used to each other.

I think the real nice thing about actually having to go to work is that I get to get my ass up and out the door, driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive (I still love doing it), be productive in ways I can't be in front of my own damn computer, driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive again, and then have that lovely "ahhh home" feeling when I pull in the driveway at the end. Course it would be nicer if my room weren't an utter filth pit right now *sigh* Hopefully I'll have the wherewithall to clean it some after a long hot shower... then again, it may instead be a good night to zone out and warcrack. Decisions...