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so, i get up somewhere between 5-6am nowadays. part of that is because i pretty much absolutely have to catch a train a little after 7am every day. the other part of that is that 3 days a week (or so) Mrs. Squatty and I try to go to the gym in the morning. part of going to the gym regularly is to feel healthier, and the other part is to prevent unknowingly suffocating my wife under a flesh tsunami some night while dreaming that i am a semi-finalist in a kind of Running Man-esque hula-hoop event.

she hates the morning gym thing, but i hate it even more to go at 7pm when i get home. if we wait to go at night, i feel like it's hanging over my head all day, like death. my packed gym bag waiting for me in the car; memento desudo. and if more entertaining plans surface at some point during the day (as they tend to) the exercise plans are dashed. then, not only are we not working out, but we are downing gallons of whiskey and bar food by the metric ton (she really ought to try to control herself).

alternatively, it is extremely rare that more tempting plans would "come up" at 5:30 in the morning. further, if we get to the gym and work out before we even realize we are awake, it is all over by 7am. by the time i am on the train, it seems like it was all just a bad dream. (a bad dream that makes me smell like chlorine and cheap soap, but nonetheless in the past.)

but of course, there are the equal and opposite reactions. because i am starting my day at around 5am, and burning a few hundred calories before i am even at work, i am ready for lunch at about 10:50am. most days, this is not an issue. i tend to pack some snacks in my lunch knowing that i won't make it to the appointed time.

today, i forgot my lunch. so i passed the time doing this.

it's 11:57 now. i think i am going to make it.