My impression of the doctor: “Hello, $200 please. Wait, I have to touch you. $400 please.”

Anyway, no big deal.

I finally made it to the gym today, after a week away. Last time I was there was a week ago Wednesday. Anyway, it would have been uneventful. First off some weird sweaty guy was on the stair machine next to me and after he was through he just sort of left with newspapers and sweat all over the stairs. After five minutes of him walking back and forth I finally said, “Hey, it’s usually polite to wipe down the machine.” He wasn’t happy with me and left for a while longer to flirt with someone before he came back and made some cursory cleaning motions. Eh, there were less than a dozen people there, so it doesn’t really matter.

Not like there’s any organization there at Mavericks. Instructors keep leaving and the new person at the desk was off flirting with this buff dude who drives a Hummer H2 so people could wander in and out unimpeded. Ah, whatever. There was some point I was trying to make, but I’m not sure what it was. (It’s not like I take any classes or need someone to open the door.)