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Mar. 13th, 2003 06:46 pmI'm at the office. Still. Because the office is closer to the gym than home is.
Going to the gym with Sweetie has the dual purpose of giving him moral support as he prepares for baseball (good relationship warm fuzzies), and keeps me from procrastinating my own workouts. Problem is that Sweetie can't manage to extract himself from work until 7:00 or so. Folks at The Nuthouse need him to teach them how to program. Where were these people at 10:00 am, by which time Sweetie was already at work and caffeinated? Didn't they feel funny about not yet being at their supposedly full-time jobs when four digits appeared on the clock?
So while I wait for our late appointed gym time... there's no time like the present to search the web and read up on Donahue v. Rodd Electrotype.
Sigh.
Going to the gym with Sweetie has the dual purpose of giving him moral support as he prepares for baseball (good relationship warm fuzzies), and keeps me from procrastinating my own workouts. Problem is that Sweetie can't manage to extract himself from work until 7:00 or so. Folks at The Nuthouse need him to teach them how to program. Where were these people at 10:00 am, by which time Sweetie was already at work and caffeinated? Didn't they feel funny about not yet being at their supposedly full-time jobs when four digits appeared on the clock?
So while I wait for our late appointed gym time... there's no time like the present to search the web and read up on Donahue v. Rodd Electrotype.
Sigh.