Was at gym yesterday, ran into Woman, who was on the treadmills, so instead of warming up using the rower, which was right next to her, I went straight to the weight room and warmed up there. Anyways: it all worked. There's always this one guy in there when I go, he does curls, calf raises, and other fairly worthless exercises when I'm in there. Fortunately, there are other people around doing worthwhile stuff, like power cleans.
The blood pressure machine at work has been out for a while. The power in the building was out one morning and the machine hasn't been on since. I poked around and couldn't see why it wasn't on. Dammit! There's just something about numbers. It gives me three of them. Over time, that's a lot of numbers. I like numbers.
When I learned how to read, I would read upside-down, vertically in both directions, whatever. It was madness (IT WAS SPAARTAAAA). When in public, my mother would be like, put that book right-side-up, people will look at you funny. I've slowed down since then. Or maybe regular reading sped up and I never bothered practicing it.
Hey, the machine's working again. Tested. Hrm. It varies very widely when I test it on multiple occasions, as does the resting pulse it reports.
Teleconference! Woo, executive board blah blah blah.
Hmm: elbow slightly sore.
Well, I may as well post this.
IT WILL ONLY END IN TEARS.
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