I'm on the couch, 6:08PM, N and T watching 30 Rock, the dogs sleeping next to me on the futon. S is off at soccer, M on the other computer. Tomorrow's lunch is ready, my clothes laid out, and I don't need to do anything until tomorrow. That feels weird and somewhat tense. I also read my work email and the 360 degree comments, i.e. the comments from my colleagues about my performance, are supposedly in my mailbox. That makes me nervous. What am I supposed to learn from this? I'll breathe. I'll learn what I can. Practice.

Ok, last night I did the sprint workout. That forty minutes kicked my ass, but in a good way. Preston says I should be careful not to pull a muscle. I probably pushed too hard last night, but I survived, and I felt the workout effects for a good hour after I finished. That's good. My body has grown too accustomed to the gym workouts. T wanted to watch Jackass 3 later, after I took a shower, and at first I said I'd fall asleep and he could watch it alone, but he said he wanted to watch it together so he could laugh at the funny parts with someone. He's a good kid. I crashed on the futon and half-watched. That was fun, really. Then I slept on the futon with Pete while M slept on the chair.

More later, I keep getting interrupted. Breathe.