Grandma says I'm not blogging so something must be wrong. I've just been lazy I swear.
I finally made it to the gym, but grabbed the wrong shirt and stank like hell. At least I had a good workout. I think I'm back into it now.
Ian said something cool about writing and how I was never into fitness back in the day and now I find time for the Gym everyday(almost). I need to make writing a habit, everyday. I know it's not a new idea, it just sounded right from a friend.
It's my brother Paul's birthday, we are going to see Kid Koala, and it's also Nuit Blanche(Burning Man for Squares), so we should be able to find some shit to get up to.
Mom's house tomorrow for laundry and new Simpsons.