Balls.

I have to work a double tomorrow.

Why can't I just get paid to be awesome? Why must I slave away, smiling and pointing in the direction of the bathroom with all five fingers of my hand? If one more person answers the question, "Do you have reservations?" with "Yes, we made it online" I'm going to go crazy.

Sarah Jessica Parker has some guns.

I wish I had guns.

I can only do four push-ups. Girl style. Knees bent. Pathetic.

I'll never win the All-State Arm Wrestling Competition at this rate.

I wish that was a real thing.

Okay. The Plan for tomorrow: Wake up. Work out. Shower. Coffee. Bagel. Work. Coffee. Work.

And go.