So I just had this excellent lunch. Well, I mean things that happened during my lunch hour, not my lunch. Though lunch itself was also good. I mean, New England Clam Chowder, baby. Mmm. But anyway. So I go over to the building where the gym is. I walk into the building, not sure where exactly the gym is, and I'm told it's on the second floor. I get into the elevator (I would've taken the stairs but there weren't any around, which really bothers me, because I hate it when people take the elevator to go one flight of stairs), and a guy gets into the elevator with me. Young, fairly attractive. And he's immediately like, "Hey," and I say "hey" back and we chat about the weather and I get off and was all psyched because he was flirting with me. Woo! It takes so little to boost my self-esteem. I give a lot of credit to my kick ass leather jacket.
Then I went and managed to find the gym (it was hiding, I swear) and I got the tour and joined. It looks like a nice place, only costs me $25 a month (go AOTA with the arrangement with the gym!) and everyone seemed friendly. It wasn't crowded and it wasn't full of all these thin, in-shape people. Plus, the locker room was really nice. Like, very well maintained. Impressive.
And I even had time to read a little. But now, back to the old grind. For three hours. Then, home and the weekend! YAY!
Current song in my head:
"Get This Party Started" (or whatever that song is called)