This is my fifth attempt at a blog post. Wish me luck.

Today has actually been a pretty good day.  I worked out for the first time in FOREVER [fuck you, bronchitis. Fuck you gently with a chainsaw.]  I only did 1/2 my usual workout because I'm still wheezy and hacking like I'm tubercular, but it felt great.  Go figure.  Working out is good.

The girl came with me to the rec center, where, after we entered, we were told that our pass had expired on the 1st.  WHOOPS. EMBARRASSING. The woman was cool, and just said to renew whenever we get a chance.  Yeah.  I'm gonna kiss you for being so cool, lady.  Except I'm kind of smelly, so never mind.

The girl tried the elliptical today, and she kicked ass on it.  I've tried it before and can never get the hang of it and so I haven't been back on it.  If at first you don't succeed, fuck it.  That's my motto.

I also went fruit crazy at the market - man, do I love fruit.  Not in a weird fetish-y way.  In a normal, all American wholesome way.  That banana doesn't know what it's talking about.

I even managed to deal with 2 things I really, really didn't want to.  One was a phone call to a long-talker.  It's almost impossible to get off the phone with this person, so I tend to put off returning calls as long as I can before my stupid, gnawing conscience possesses my finger and dials.  But even that was a success, because I immediately said I just wanted to REALLY QUICK double check a date and THEN I HAD TO GO.  It worked. Miracle.

So today was one of those days not full of much, but it was still kind of nice.  

And now I'm sitting here, practicing my makeup for this wedding I'm in next weekend.  I'd do something else, like iron or make dinner or even run the dryer again so that the towels will actually dry, but this is way more fun. 

Hmmm. . . nice days, boring blogposts.  Interesting inverse proportion.