I dislike starting the day with a problem, but last night the hot water valve in my building broke, so we only have cold water. I've been trying to decide whether or not I should just shower at the gym after a run this morning, but I really don't want to. I mean, I'm going to run. But I think the underlying issue here is that I really hate showering at the gym—i.e. I'd rather shower at home in cold water than shower there in hot water. When I think about that, then I start to think about why I didn't just join the fancy gym next door instead—and then I start questioning all the life decisions I've ever made up to this point.
Most weeks I start out strong. Monday isn't usually terrible for me—I'll have had the weekend to retreat into a deep reclusive state, gather my strength and thoughts. Wednesday, today, is the day where things slowly start to unravel—at this point my patience has worn thinner and my nerves are a little bit closer to being raw. By Friday, all bets are off and god help anyone who asks me a stupid question or throws me a curve ball. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I think it's funny that lipo costs as much or more than a custom built-in bookcase.