I gotta write something to get all this sadness to scroll away. Let me see, what can I write…

I’m going to the gym tonight. Run a few miles on the road to nowhere while watching silent TV’s that require a headset to hear them, surrounded by older ladies who haven’t figured out yet that they need to do more if they hope to ever lose that ‘little extra weight’ they always moan about carrying around. One of these days I’ll say “Well you know ladies, it’s NOT a walking machine, it’s a RUNNING machine and if you turned up the pace and actually ran on it, as opposed to strolling slowly on it while chit chatting, you might just lose some of the weight you’re carrying there.”

But I wouldn’t do that in reality. I do that in my head every time they start moaning, rather like a ‘Six feet under’ or ‘Ally McBeal’ imaginary moment, you know?

I get so bored doing those machines though. It would be better if they could make them more interesting. You know, like have obstacles pop up and go past you. Things you had to jump out of the way of. Maybe a dog that chases you barking for a bit. Stuff like that.

Scroll away…

Scroll away…

Okay, it’s a quarter past eight. I should go.

I wish they had one of those boxing punch bag things that I could beat the crap out of.