Life sucks on my birthday! :)

Haven't checked in for a couple of days. Been busy and depressed.

I didn't really work out Thursday. For Friday, my workout was:

16 minutes running — maybe it was the cake I ate earlier in the day, but at 16 minutes I just hit the "wall" and couldn't continue.

As penance, I did 35 minutes on the elliptical

Also, 50 x 2 crunches

Friday was my birthday. That was why I had eaten the cake — the folks at my work surprised me with it. Normally we're supposed to get our birthday off at my work but, well, these aren't normal times...

I am now approximately 1,135,296,000,000,000,000,000,000 femtoseconds in age. For those of you who aren't number-savvy, that's one septillion, one-hundred-thirty-five sextillion, two-hundred-ninety-six quintillion.

And you know what? I wish I was dead.

I hate my life.

Well, maybe there's hope. There's this, for instance.