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I started going to the gym today. I completely busted myself up.

[right shoulder: angel] "well done, I'm proud of you. Now throw away the cigarettes."

[left shoulder: devil] "there's only a few left. You can give up after this pack."

I'm gonna smoke 'em. I just know I am. Willpower is for the weak. Besides, I'm out of beer.



Woohoo! A load of CDs I ordered from amazon arrived. It's strange, within a few minute's I'd ripped 'em to my pc and put them on my ipod*. I doubt I'll ever open some of the cases ever again. But would I just buy the mp3's online? No chance. I want the actual object, even though it'll now just take up space and collect dust. I'm not like that with anything else. I never buy dvds, I just rent 'em, and I usually give books and computer games away once I've finished 'em. Weird.

Anyway, it's some stuff I've been meaning to check out on recommendation (Modest Mouse, The Killers), and some stuff I lost or never got round to buying (Hell Is For Heroes, Orbital). Another workday's listening pleasure is queued up.

I noticed there's a rogue comma in my last entry. The first person to tell me where it is wins... er... a hug. **

Getting to this wedding on the weekend is going to be brutal. I work all day Friday, then fly through the night, get to Madison at 8am. Sleep, wedding at four, party the night away***, then back on the plane at 2pm sunday. Work as usual friday morning. It's an epic schedule. It'll be fantastic to see some of my friend from back home though.

* the leaving present from my last job. The guys there were too nice.
** we don't deliver.
*** including a thorough evaluation of all the bridesmaids