jesus h, I hate fucking gyms. sweating in public and being watched exercising has got to be one of my least favorite things to do. such torture. and I'm so embarassingly out of shape that it doesn't make it any easier. it's fun when you think your legs are about to explode. wish I'd maintained the physical state I was in during high school...I could run stairs for days back then. amazing. now, just old and pathetic. ah well. at least I know how to drink and smoke and swear.