Right, so the training has yet to commence as my cat has been taking up my time (yeah, that's it). After six and a half weeks of being lost in the wilderness, Gabby came home last night. Man, am I glad - looking for her was such a pain in the ass. It's snowing out and the weather is so cold, it causes physical pain when the flakes hit the face. Calling for a cat for about an hour every night in weather like this blows. And so she is here; the prodigal daughter returned. Blessed is thou.
In other news, I started a new job which, on the first day, sucked, but now is delightful. The first day, I was called "intern" rather than by my name. Yeah, that's right, I am an intern with a masters and a full résumé (even without my lies about Habitat for Humanity). What can I say, I didn't vote for Bush. I digress - so I was called intern all day rather than "hot stuff," which is my legal name, causing me to sink into a deep depression that only McDonalds and a pack of cigarettes could fix. After finishing my unpaid shift, I headed straight to my source of gluttony - the corner store. Mmmm M&M McFlurrys. I'll wash you down with a side of Parliament lights. Now that's nice... Wait, why am I writing this blog again? I think it was something to do with fitness.
Anyway, the cat is home and the “job” is on track so it’s go time. Nine months until the marathon.
Well you realize that as an intern, you don't deserve a name.
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