Tonight, I went to the apartment complex gym to work out, and found the entire room was pitch black–a fuse must have popped or something, as repeated flicking of the lightswitch produced no result. One flick, and I could just be incompetent at lightswitch-flicking. Ten flicks, and I could be quite certain that something was indeed amiss. So what does one do when not working out is not an option?
One works out in the near-pitch dark to the eerie glowing lights of the machine display.
One works out in the dark, and on the way out, one walks face first into the stairmaster.
THAT is going to smart for a while. Ironic word choice, I know.
Also, today while taking out the trash at work, my pants fell straight off my ass. I hope and pray no one saw it, but with my luck, someone is likely uploading footage at this very moment to youtube.
