Yesterday, I was supposed to meet with Jack at the gym. I left work a little early to tend to the puppy, so I had time to motivate myself for a sweat session.
Instead, I went to Happy Hour with Mel at El Torito Grille, which, coincidentally, is located downstairs from my gym. After a few rounds of cuba libres, I was done.
I suck.
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