Death of a Workout

For whom does the bell toll? It tolls for thee, Thursday swim... Had a couple of social events last night, and on the way home stopped into the lush's last resort, Friar Tucks, for "one quick beer." Three hours, several drunk text messages and one sloshed phone call later, here I am, not working out.

Tomorrow is a new day, I suppose. The weekend is also wide open. I have high hopes.