the best part of waking up
I worked late last night and got home around 8:00 PM. I felt like honoring my ancestors by taking up the German Battle-Axe and going on a kill crazy rampage. This meant I either needed to drink, or needed to get to gym. I choose the gym.
Since it was late, I didn’t want to do the public transport tango and not have enough time to work out my aggression. I hopped in my car, found a spot a block from the gym (yay!) and went to sweat.
My brain commenced to produce its exercise brain drugs that calmed me down and made me feel a little less shitty about the situation. When I left the gym and hopped on the bus home I was feeling much better, and was able to fall asleep without too much of an insomnia battle.
So, I woke up this morning early and was out the door at 7:45 am, ready to be at work right at 8:00 AM, and hopefully be out before the usual “uh oh, we need people to stay late” realizations kick in.
So I was out my door, to my driveway when …
I hopped in my car, found a spot a block from the gym
…
When I left the gym and hopped on the bus home
Fuck.
Originally Posted February 01, 2007