Anxiety

So after talking with Shane on Saturday and in response to Alice's continual nagging I am getting off my duff and joining a gym. A real gym. Not some lame-o work gym, not the gym in my basement a real gym where real serious gym people work out. Where there are WINDOWS open to the street. And why wouldn't there be everyone in there looks like you could use their abdomens for hard writing surfaces. I've walked past it a million times and I must admit the view is nice.

My abdomen is best suited as a pillow (as is the rest of my body). I wonder if they will ask if I'm lost when I walk in the door. Sigh...fuck it I have to go. I mine as well go to one where I know someone that will force me to show up.