Belated Update!

Hi everyone! First, apologies for not writing a post yesterday; it being thanksgiving, I continually pushed back an update in  favor of consuming evermore massive portions of turkey and stuffing. My dad, a man of many talents, is a fantastic cook with a culinary degree, so perhaps that explains my absentee streak this Thursday.

More unfaithful news: I also didn't make it out to the gym today. I had to go to the city one final time to sort out the keys-getting-lost-by-valet incident once and for all, and now I can finally put the whole debacle behind me. All in all, I'd say that I've invested 15 to 20 hours into rekeying the house, getting new copies of my car and home keys made, driving to meetings with the valet, arguing with insurance, and other related tasks, which is a damn shame. The greatest insult to life, I think, is wasting time. That's what death is, isn't it? Even things like pillage and debauchery are only crimes because they inhibit other people from fully utilizing their time and enjoying their due product of that utilization, in my eyes. Maybe this is a degrading view to take, but it does seem to follow reality and explain what defines immorality.

The gym, however, should prepare itself for a visit tomorrow morning, because I'm coming. Also, I'll write a second essay tomorrow morning; I absolutely forgot that I needed to do that until roughly three seconds ago, so I won't pin that one on lethargy but rather forgetfulness. Perhaps that's less sinful. Hopefully this essay will be an improvement on last weeks, but it's hard for me to tell without any external feedback. I think I'll start sending them off to my English teacher and see if she'll give them a quick run-through. My biggest problem with English is that I just DON'T KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEMS ARE - none of the feedback I get from my teacher ever... means anything? It's exquisitely frustrating; often I feel as if my writing simply does not coincide with her particular beliefs on what is "good" in an essay.

On a different note, tonight my long-time friend who's away in college was back in town, and we hung out with a third mutual friend. We are an immensely nerdy bunch, I'm afraid, and instead of getting shitfaced we decided to discuss the rather fallacious distinction between living and non-living things. Over Dominoes pizza, of course (how bourgeoisie). It's always a treat to see him as he's away often and when he is back I tend to be busy, so I was glad for the chance to do so tonight. This all sounds very gay. Well enough (love you Sarah)!

And, after striving once again to burn the unnecessary heap of flesh off of my midsection at the gym, I shall report back tomorrow. The plan is still to go up 10 pounds on dead lift and 5 on the overhead press, but I'm still debating between +5 and +10 on squat. It would be hugely satisfying to put the big-boy plates back on the bar, but I know I shouldn't let that factor into my decision making. We shall see whether the ego triumphs reason, I suppose.

Thanks a million times for reading. It means more to me than I could possibly communicate that people are actually following along, and it's just so motivating to have that constant fear of all those onlookers judging you should you stop striving (as pessimistic as that sounds, it really is a good thing). Love you long time!