There are many reasons that my neighbors might think I’m crazy — showing up on one guy’s doorstep tonight dressed all in black and carrying a bunch of Target sacks to tell him he left the lights on in his truck is high on the list — but one is certainly that I have the will power of a five year old, and I can’t seem to delay opening my mail. I try to open it all on the tiny walk from the boxes back to my apartment, which is particularly interesting when I have lots of packages or when I have gloves on. Anyway, if anyone was looking out today, they probably enjoyed watching me crack up over the fact that my gym sent me a thank you note for actually going to the gym 3 times in a week. I wonder if they’ll keep that up?
I did have a come-to-gym-jesus meeting with someone tonight, and let me just say this: I need fewer stairs in my apartment, pronto.