So it's Friday. And it's past five. The house is filled with kids - everyone has someone sleeping over. It's a little busy here right about now. I don't really mind, it seems like an easy group, so that's good.
I had no interest whatsoever in going to the gym today. Actually, I never have any interest in going to the gym. I hate it. HATE. I don't even know why I go, it's not like it seems to change anything. I drag my ass there three times a week because I know I should, and throughout my whole workout, I am hating every single minute of it. This one old guy who talks to me sometimes, he is at the gym every day for like an hour and a half. I think he might be lonely because who would do that?! Plus, he talks to me. He is very pleasant, but I have my ear buds in, trying to listen to something, anything, that will keep me moving, and he'll say something. So I have to pop an ear bud out because I can't be rude. But I kind of like doing my own thing at the gym. I'm not really into chit-chatting. I'm sweaty and testy and not wanting to be there. But I feel guilty pretending not to hear him, so I always talk back. *sigh*
I'm rather friendly like that. Grr. I have a soft spot for lonely old people I guess.
6:30 p Time's up.