Going to the gym late is kind of boring. My night was thrown off after I was allowed to work late. (Hah. I’m always allowed to work late, I just thought it sounded funnier than I was stuck working late and I’m still behind.)

It’s Jeni’s last day working the front desk at the gym. She’s moving to Colorado to attend some sort of university there. She’s always cheerful and chats when she’s not busy. The only other problem tonight was that everything I’ve eaten recently is helping me create a fog of noxious gas and holding it in while lifting weights was kind of counterproductive. I was, however, semi-successful in keeping the gas contained.