March 17, 2000 -- 10:33 PM EST

I hate to feel pressured and rushed. Paul got home late with my car, so I was late going to gym. I showed up about 30 minutes before closing, and every ten minutes the desk girl was on the PA telling us how much time was left. I did NOT enjoy the pressure, and I definitely did not enjoy my workout. I could do a lot in 30 min, and have a nice time, but not if the PA kept sounding off!

It's not her fault, I am sure she is tired and wants to go home, but DUDE! We are not stupid, we KNOW the gym closes at 10 PM!

Definitely not a great time to go to gym.

I miss my car. I want it back!

The only other solution is to get up at 5 AM and get the car back before Paul leaves for work. Drag! Drag! Argh!

But I used to it, I suppose I just have to buckle down and do it.

I really, really like going in the afternoon, just after the lunch crowd goes back to work. Sigh.

Blah. Too weird a mood to be writing. I have sticky dinosaurs now up on my bathroom mirror. That's a plus.

~Astrophe