Getting caught is the mother of invention.
--Robert Byrne

...and how!


Yesterday after work I headed on over to the gym yet again...wow, this is becoming a habit again; a habit which I find hard to break. Hehe...Agent Pendergast is cool. Either way, I managed to lift too damn much while I was benching and I sort of got stuck. Basically, I couldn't get the weight off my chest with my own power so I had two choices; turn the bar and shake off one of the sides or be a pussy and ask for help. I went the pussy route; who knows what I would have hit had a tossed the weight off? I could be involved in some huge lawsuit now. The workout went just fine without any injuries, but I'm also not jogging at this moment so it took an extra 20 minutes on the bike. In that time, I started listening to one of my old favorite books on tape, Golden Rendezvous by Alistair MacLean. Fun book, really. It's about a cruise ship that's taken over by terrorists who are intent on...well, that would really ruin the plot, so I'll just stop there. The characters are really fun and the protagonist is such a smart ass, I'm jealous.

I went home afterwards and started cleaning up the house. My father is coming down this week and since he's never here, I usually like to straighten up the joint so he's under the impression I'm a cleaner person than I really am. Cleaning is a lot of damn work, really. In fact, I felt like I had a better work out dragging that damn vaccuum over the floor than using weights. Actually, that's not even close to being true, but I'm throwing a bone to people who clean. I