Hey, where's the schedule for the gym?
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Never mind. Found the schedule. Menu sounds FANTASTIC. When I get out of here... no later than 6, might be earlier. Hoping for earlier.
Oh, then you might beat me home. I'll be out of here around 5:30 or so.
Is there something at the gym tonight? I don't think there are any classes. I thought we'd just go use the equipment. Thoughts?
Oh yeah, equipment. I just wanted to make sure it didn't close early or anything.
What shall we do about this ridiculous yoga schedule, though?
I don't know. It's not very helpful, is it?
BALLS. Dad is back in the hospital. His arm got all numb again, though he says that, in retrospect, maybe he overreacted and that his arm "wasn't as numb as it was the first time it happened."
I told him that ANY numb is bad, and he said maybe it wasn't really numb at all -- maybe it just "felt weird" and he overreacted b/c of his recent procedure.
I think when you're a cardiac patient, there is no such thing as overreacting.
BALLS.
((((Steph and family)))
{{{Teppy}}}
Much ~ma for your dad.
Oh, no, Tep. I'm sorry. Are you OK?
Oh, no, Tep. I'm sorry. Are you OK?
I'm stressed, trying not to cry at work, and just wanting to run and hide.
Instead, I have to go volunteer at this charity thing that one of my friends *begged* me to volunteer at -- it's only 6-8, and I'm working the silent auction table, which means I basically answer questions like "Yes, you write your name where it says NAME."
But I just want to....hell, I don't even know what I want.