1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and

yesterday i actually managed to make it to the gym.

it's been ... i don't even know how long.

did quite a bit of stuff but not too much (thank god) so i'm feeling okay.

in fact, i called a friend and i'm going back today.

and in the future josh is going to go with me.

at least once all of this crazy hospital / wreck stuff calms down for awhile.

tentatively the plan is to do it 3 times a week, like a normal person, with my dad.

i promised that i would help him go.

he needs to lose some weight (50lbs. is his ultimate goal i think) for obvious
health reasons plus diabetes is practically guaranteed to attack him in the near
future.

it's practically 5 (time to go home) but i'm stuck at work for god only knows how long for this job to print.

will probably take an hour maybe 2 even just to print.

fuckin a.

ps.

jordan is having his the fluid on his lungs drained this afternoon.

and they kicked his pain meds back so now he's hurting a bit.

more later.