I’m getting fat. Not making/getting time for the gym, barely eating right, not getting enough sleep, and I turn 40 next week. Fatherhood and this whole “driving to work” thing is killing me. The former is worth it, the latter is not. I need motivation this week, and lots of it.
Also sleep. And some steak. And less alcohol. And like a hundred pullups.
She should really tie her shoes. Might trip.
Does it distract anyone else when mirror selfies aren’t reversed before you see them?
Nice lats. Yep. Looking at the lats.
Warm, sunny days at the beach. So very far away.
And that’s all I have for this week. Probable future bossman asked me for input on a graph database last Wednesday and a current resume on Thursday, so my guess is that things are about to get real. My anticipation is so big that your mom charged me extra.
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