My elbow hurts at the point where people break their humerus when arm-wrestling. It's not really hurting at the elbow, then, you know.
I don't know about going to the gym today. There's a lot of snow. I need to finish my homework and do more studying, too. And sometimes I get a little psyched out about how much I'm supposed to be lifting. But, seriously, trudging through the snow could piss me off more than missing training.
Neighbor downstairs gently reminded us of how the noise carries through the floor. It's mildly annoying because we're not that loud, but, yes, we'll try. We're thinking of getting more rugs to put on the hardwood floors, which may help, but, well, I'm 115kg of man and no matter how lightly I step in the bedroom while getting up for work, some of the boards will squeak. Still, you know, gotta try.
I can't remember which band is worse: Nickelback or Creed. I became a fan of this thing on facebook that was about trying to see if a pickle could get more fans than that band. My great hatred for Nickelback forced me to sign up. The only nice thing I can say about them is that they are so consistent.
Aww yeah: one of the coworkers, her son is in culinary school or something down the street, just brought in hoity-toity rich people desserts. Note: panna cotta really isn't exciting, especially without a fruit topping.
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