work, two hours at the gym, and watching documentaries about the mafia on the history channel with my grandpa.
am i a party animal, or what?
(on a side note, the gym is a depressing place during the evening on valentine's day. it's like everybody there is upset because they wish they were out at some expensive restaurant drinking champagne and talking about love and commitment and other fun things like that. it made me want to wear a t-shirt that said, "i'm not bitter and lonely, i promise!")
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