Spring Cleaning

I have a multitude of things to do, but they are so boring and monotonous that I do not even want to try to begin them. I have to send out my legal disclosures (Chuckie gave a little too much cash to the Miller brewing company one night and subsequently spent the rest of the evening in jail. Another story for another loathsome time.) which is the same three minor infractions of the law written five different ways. Some places wanted case numbers, others rulings, and finally, two wanted a narrative description of my actions and the subsequent outcomes. Jesus, I feel bad enough for doing it in the first place, now I have to shout it out in five different styles to complete strangers? Awesome.

I have another case of the blahs. It is going to get balls out cold where I live over the next couple days, which destroys any motivation I have on going to the gym after work. Also, I weighed myself on Friday and came in at 380 pounds. I usually hover around 375, but I am worried my metabolism has finally given up completely.

Everything has fallen into a stagnant routine that I do not want to be in. I know what I have to do to get out of it, but that calls for even more stagnation. God, I need to go out or something. Sorry to bore all of you, gentle readers. Oh wait, no one reads this anymore. I feel like a hot buttered piece of fail right now.