If you go to the gym I'll go to the gym. Later.

And really, abi, I have to go to gym. I start my next level of classes tuesday and I suspect Sensei Lopez (that still makes me giggle) is going to hurt me a lot.

I've been doing 4 times a week, so I am familiar with the endorphin rush, which, yes, is nice.

But, as you were the first to respond, I shall go to the gym, then I shall go to Target.

I'll leap on the bandwagon and go to the gym today, too!

I used to think the endorphin rush was a myth. I've since been corrected.

(Sorry, didn't mean to imply that you weren't familiar with the endorphin thing; from your post I just assumed you needed convincing that the gym was a good idea - thus the cheerleading. Which is probably just me projecting, since I urgently need to get my own arse down to the gym, stat, and the above is the kind of thing I need to remind myself.

But you're not me, and fair play to you. I still say, yes, gym before Target. You can work out for me while you're there, eh?)

I really prefer the steam room to the actual gym part. I've become addicted to the schvitz.

Anne, you and your family are in the Janes' thoughts.

Debetesse went to the gym.

As she did so, she called me and said "what do you mean LATER?!?!?"

Pfft. I have things to do. And she is SO not the boss of me.

(Well, she is the boss of me in certain strictly limited capacities. Not drunk dialing particular boys. And she and Hil think they get to cut me off when I've had too many juleps... that was sort of a group-Buffista effort, actually. Brendon physically took the last one and drank it. Great American, that one... really threw himself on a grenade there by being gigantic and STEALING MY DRINK)

Hallloooo bitches!

I now have no stuff, no car, AND no apartment! It's MADNESS. Eep.

A few days of being homeless, and then I go to Seattle.

But my friends threw a surprise party Thursday, and last night we did the Corn Maze (and one of my friends made an amazing cake with the DC and Seattle skylines in fondant! And another friend gave me fancy fancy Leonidas chocolates!). Yay. (Why am I leaving DC again?)

"New Tricks"? I'll keep my eyes peeled for it!

It's on PBS around here, 10 PM on a Saturday, and I don't know if my local station picked it up for filler.

The premise is fun, a new department opens up to handle cold cases, and they bring back three retired cops to work in it under a female detective superintendent. (One of the cops is the voice of Wallace, of Wallace & Gromit fame, and I keep expecting him to start talking about cheese.)

What I love about British shows is that they let people look their ages. The female detective that ASH was wooing with culture and beauty has lines and saggy bits in her face

I heard from Mom this morning, and boy howdy, are things fucked up w/ the family dynamics. My uncle John (described by Mom as being insane and unstable), who made life hell for my mom at my grandmother's funeral, is stirring up shit, this time w/ my aunt Pat. She was the primary caregiver for my grandfather (John, the professional mooch, lives in the house and did not a damned thing). Apparently, my grandfather died while Pat was helping him to change position, and John is making a big hue and cry about this. Mom is staying way the hell away. She has, at times, been actively afraid of John.

John owns guns. Lots of them.

Pardon me while I sit over here, freaking out.

She's going to the funeral, but not the gravesite part of things, and then she and my stepdad are going up to Maine for a couple of weeks. My uncle Bud is going up there, and if he and Mom are there together, Bud will wind up only associating with her. Without her there, Bud will be forced to interact with his brothers, and not ignore them and shut them out. My mom's youngest brother, Joe, will probably really need Bud's support. He's the baby of the family, a great guy, and was very close to his dad.