So the whole way home today I was coming up with a million and one reasons not to go work out, which is pretty impressive since I live across the street from work and the drive is so short.
I came up to my apartment, which is totally like working out because it IS on the third floor of a very tall building, and began balancing my checkbook. This process took, oh.. I don’t know… about FIVE DAYS.
I hadn’t balanced it in forever, so I had a lot to do. I also had a stack of bills to pay, which is never fun. I hate paying bills. I hate having to work for a living. When am I going to be rich?
After I paid my bills I made a frozen pizza for dinner, because if I’m not going to work out I should certainly not eat healthy. That would just be dumb. Then I laid on the couch and watched Fight Club. (You can read my review on the Entertainment page, click the link below)
Yeah, that was a mistake. I should have trusted my gut instinct and avoided this movie like I had been doing for so long, and so well I might add. Who seriously enjoys watching this kind of stuff? Wait, NewGirl obviously does because she OWNS it. But that’s no surprise, I could tell she was a bit off from the day I met her.
She is no longer allowed to recommend movies. Nope, off the recommendatable (yeah, that’s right, I made up a word) list. There’s no three strike limit with me on this one. You recommend one bad movie to me and you are no longer trusted. I can’t risk another two hours and twentyish minutes of my life again.
The movie just ended and I could swear it was way longer than an hour and nineteen minutes. What a waste of time.
Ok, so now my night is over and I’m going to finish up here and then read some of High Fidelity and go to bed… and pray that I don’t have horrible nightmares about that bad movie. I need to think a million happy thoughts before I turn the lights out.
