Move, Trinity

Up at 7, meant to do soooooo much. Instead I played Fable. Tim asked to come by at one point, but I was "about" to leave for the gym. Imagine my surprise when he walked in unannounced all of two hours later. Hi, WTF are you doing here. I did finally, eventually, manage to drag myself to the gym. Rough workout. The gym on a Saturday is not amateur hour. Gorgeous, impossible bodies everywhere. I got through mine, then hit the store.

Happened to run into Steve Brewer while there, and walked and chatted with him a bit. Laura was having a second birthday event, a house party, and Tim had invited me to movie night at his friend's, but I'd declined both. Steve, a psychologist, insists it's not a dick sentiment to be happy I was staying home with invites vs staying home without them.

Crashed around 11:30, wondering to myself why I was even trying to stay up.