I have to hurry and type this before my 6 a.m. spinning class. What if after one day at the gym I suddenly became one of those people who was always rushing off to kickboxing or one of those other things I don't know how to do? In fact I am going to type this then rush off to read a book.
That gym was fancy. They had just everything. A pool, racquetball court, various yoga rooms and spinning rooms where apparently you get really dizzy (bah) and two levels of weight rooms and 3499303030 treadmills because god forbid we run around outside, a track and all kinds of machines Kit could do and I could not.
Ooo, and there was a stretching machine! You sit on it and bend this way and that and it stretches your parts! I liked that one the most.
Naturally they gave me a schedule and tried to get me to sign up, with my job and income and cash money flowing and all. Yeah, not so much. But it would be nice if I could go there, and lift weights and run on the track and spit and so on. Maybe I could get all thin and youthful like Demi Moore. You see how happy that's making her.
While I've been typing this, Edsel has caught his football in the corner between this desk and the wall. I was hoping he could problem-solve, but the dilemma of the pointy football and the corners of the desk and such was too much for him. He just sighed and left his ball here.
Poor Edsel. German shepherds are supposed to be the third-smartest breed or something. However, Irish setters are something like 87th-smartest. So there you go. Guess he got Grandma O'Riley's genes or whatever.
Oh, he's back! Let's see if he's determined this time! ...No. He's forgotten the ball was even there. He just wanted to touch me with his nose.
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In other pressing news, TinaDoris and I are going to an Aphrodite festival today, and no, I really don't know what it entails, either. I hope we don't have to sleep with each other, because an Aphrodite fest sounds a trifle lesbianical, doesn't it? I will alert you to my sexual preference status tomorrow.
Also, I am hauling my possibly-still-straight self to Poochie's house tonight for dinner. She said, "If you want to see all the animals, get here before it gets dark." She has just everything, animal-wise. I really wanted to get over there, like, now, but of course I have spinning.
And it being Saturday, the day of the 16% and all (ji!) (ji. What the hell is wrong with me? Ji. All day today when I meet people I am going to say ji instead of hi. Then Ima say, "Sorry, that was a typo."), you know what I thought I should do? I thought I shoud, you know, do comment of the week. When is the last time I actually HAD comment of the week?
This week's award goes to Sagie.
