Had a good workout.
Also? “Sedentary?” Really?
What, did “Chronically, Hopelessly, and Unapologetically Lard-Asséd” just not fit in the MySQL field?
Jiminy, that kind of shit just makes me SO angry, hungry, tired, torpid, ravenous, exhausted, and, wait—what now?
First Night with the New Fitbit + Suddenly Very Sick Little Girl = Useful Insight Into Daddy’s Sleep Patterns.
Also, delirium.
