Really…really I shouldn’t be surprised that a mundane existence was never really going to last long with me. I’ve been meaning to write about my jolly jaunts as a Fitness Coach (in red) on the gym floor but of course I’ve been far too tired and had zero inclination to write anything once I’ve gotten home from work.
It’s only been 4 months, but from that initial obsessive compulsive NEED to prove to myself I could be employed if I wanted to (and thus poo-poo all over the “lack of jobs” chorus society sings), in my ever-expanding wisdom I raised my head from the fog of insanity. Probably about 2/3 months in I metaphorically slapped myself across the face and screamed “What in the blue hell do you think you’re doing?!”






