even though i’m tremendously tired from a long night of eluding sleep, i managed to drag my sorry (non-shrinking) butt to the gym. not only did i do forty minutes of weights but i then took the stairs back home. granted, it was only seventeen flights – nowhere near yesterday’s sixty-nine – but it still kicked my butt. that’s far too much talk about my butt (though there’s more than enough of it to talk about).