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I think I know what it feels like to be a hamburger. I started my new part-time job this week and I have been getting up at 4am so that I can get to work at 5am. Monday through Thursday weren't that bad, I felt like I was starting to lose some steam on Thursday but not that bad. But by Friday I was a zombie. My feet hurt, my shoulders were cinched up in anxiety knots, I was yawning all the tie. It was brutal. I came home from my full time job on Friday and vowed to do nothing on Saturday outside of go to the gym and maybe the supermarket and REI so that I can piddle away a gift card.

I wish I had something pithy to say, or something horribly witty. I sort of feel like everytime I make a mundane post about my day I am cheating the three regular readers. I have a bunch of stuff going on in my life that I am not overly comfortable talking about on the Interweb just out of respect for the situations, I guess.

Oh. This is pretty big and sad. My grandfather is ninety and has been told by the state he lives in that he can't drive and that he can't live alone anymore. He is really upset. My mom and little sister are down there know and helping him get his house in order so that he can spend some time in CT with my mom, who is retired. I have been trying to put myself in his place and imagine what it must feel like to be 89 and have your daughter come in and help you clean your house because you have to the leave the place you have lived in as a bachelor for 33 years. I spoke to him on the phone and he isn't taking it well.

I feel like the photo sets have been a lot better here at SG although I have to admit I sort of open them, glance at them, then shut them down, I make a comment on maybe one out five. I read a lot of photo criticism books and so I think I look at them with a different eye and the comments I want to leave are different than the plethora of "Great set," "You're really hot," "You have amazing [insert anatomy]." I want to tell them what made shiver when I saw picture 47 and why the fingernail being in focus is genius. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Most of the time I leave the comments and then wish I could unmake them. I have thought about sending PM's to the photographers and I have done that on occasion, it is how I met Pulse, but I get the sense that it is only in the rare case that you would get a response. Being a guy I feel at an extreme disadvantage on the site because the truth of the matter is that I am not out for anything other than just to meet people and strike up friendships, but I feel like there is a perceived agenda.

But then again this wouldn't be the first time that I have over-thought something.

Which segues right into the shit I don't want to talk about... so there it is.

Last thing I will mention that I am excited about. I am signed up for my Crossfit level I certification which means I can start training people at my Crossfit gym. I am super excited about it. I am going to be taking the NASM Certified Personal Trainer exam sometime later in the year but I am not even going to sign up for that until maybe March. On a similar but different note I picked up a pair of Vibram Five Fingers Shoes and I will be writing about my experience with them as I get used to them. But they are really strange right now, but they are also so like walking around barefoot which is my favorite thing in the world.