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As you may recall, the Cybex Arc Trainer and I had a bit of tussle a while ago.
(viewable naw in case you missed it)
Let me tell you what new-fangled-torture-device: I am on to you.
I know your game and I’m gonna play it. easy-medium-hard-easy-hard-medium-hard-easy-medium-hard-etc.
Yeah, were you surprised that I went a whole 27 minutes on level three today? Were you?
How about when I wanted to keep running, or whatever it is, after the work out was done?
Oh, you made me break a sweat today Arc Trainer, but next time we meet, I’m going all the way up to level 5. Maybe 6.
WHO KNOWS?!?!
All I know is this Cybex Arc Trainer, my ass is yours.
Wow, I am seriously like, not mentally playing today.
Not only did I have weird dreams (thanks Tylenol PM!) about phonetically spelled, but unreasonable, baby names… although I know where that idea came from*, I over-slept, over-showered, thought I packed my lunch (and didn’t) and I have no cash as Steve and I went out for Cinco de Mayo drinks.
You know, because we’re both very spanish. I even had Nachos.
A) I’m tired of the same things for lunch B) I feel like a jerk when I charge two dollars C) Nothing within a reasonable distance from the office is “healthy”.
* Dream: The baby in question was mine, with the common theme of being 7.5 months pregnant and not showing, feeling like I was missing out on something. I delivered and blacked out and my mom named the baby Sarah, but spelled it Chyarah. And I took the baby back to the hospital to change it’s name. I’m holding this baby up to the nurses saying, “I didn’t name it Chyarah! She’s supposed to be,” and I look over my shoulder to Steve and ask him what we decided to name the baby.
The phonetic part and the wrong name part came from a earlier conversations regarding baby names. Plus, I watched the episode of Futurama where Kiff gets pregnant.
While people annoy me, they also remind me to take my medication so I don’t go bezerker.
Peeps is sayin'